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  1. Chapter One Marathon Day (Peridot) Peridot stared at the screen with an intense expression on her face. She had recently been given a “cable box” from Steven. Even though he asked (Asked is too soft of a term, beg would be more accurate.) Lapis and her to watch another show at last. Of course, the two refused, continually just using it to watch more Camp Pining Hearts, despite owning the whole series on DVD. At the moment, there was a marathon of episodes revolving around Pierre, her favourite character. Some naysayers (Lapis) would call him a “himbo” and a “fucking asshole”, whatever those words meant. But those people (Lapis) just don’t understand the complexities of his character! He was meant to seem annoying and grew to be likeable! So, unfortunately, Lapis was not joining her for the marathon. “Paulette, how could you do this to me?” “I’m sorry, Percy! I felt so angry and I lashed out!” “No, Paulette, we’re through!” Peridot giggled as she saw her least favourite character suffering. However, her giggling was interrupted by her bladder sending signals to her brain. She looked over the pile of empty soda cans next to the TV. “Ugh, stupid bodily functions.” She took pleasure in these “sodas” that Amythest introduced her to. However, they came with an unexpected consequence. The liquid that goes down her throat needs to come out somewhere else. When Amythest first gave her a soda, she didn’t tell her that she needed to create a digestive system, leading to an uncomfortable experience with her having to create a hole in her crotch, and afterwards making herself a digestive system with Pearl’s guidance. She groaned and briefly considered giving up and going to the bathroom. But the barn didn’t have a bathroom (and she certainly wasn’t going to use the meep-morp) so she would have to go to the temple of the Crystal Gems, causing her to miss the episode. She wasn’t going to have that. She’ll have to wait for the next ad break. As she continued to watch it, Lapis eventually climbed upstairs and sat next to her. “Are you still watching the marathon of that stupid character?” “I told you! Pierre is objectively the best character.” “Ugh, I’m not having this conversation again.” She looked down and noticed Peridot squirming on her bean bag. Looking closer, she could sense immense water coming from inside her. “Peri? Do you need to pee?” “What!? Am I that obvious!?” “Yup. Especially since I can do THIS!” Lapis shook the liquid in Peridot’s bladder rapidly. “Ah!” Peridot's hands flew to her crotch. “I thought we agreed not to use powers on bodily fluids!” “Hahaha! Okay, okay.” There was silence for a few moments. “So… are you gonna go?” “Nah, I’m waiting for the next ad break.” “Okay, suit yourself I suppose.” Lapis started to go back downstairs. “Just clean up the mess if you poof, alright?” “Pfft, I’m not gonna poof… right?” Peridot thought to herself. She began to re-focus on the TV. The shake Lapis gave to her pee drew more attention to it. It was beginning to distract her from the episode. She shook it off and tried to re-focus. “I DO love her, Jackson, but she really hurt my feelings when she said that!” “Dude, if you love her, you must show her that!” “Shoot, you're right! I need to go to her, NOW!” Peridot let out a groan as she felt a small leak enter her bodysuit. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it. How much longer is left in the episode?” She thought with a worried look on her face. She took a look at the TV guide and saw there were still five minutes left in the episode. “Come on, come on, come on!” She again tried to re-focus on the episode, but it was getting harder and harder. “Paulette! I’m sorry for what I said!” “No, Percy! I’m sorry for what I said!” “No, no! Let me make it up to you! I’ll take you on a date tonight at the bar!” “Okay, let’s do it!” Peridot struggled as she watched the two humans speak and consume liquids in their bodies. Peridot whimpered as she felt another leak. She felt joy enter her as the credits rolled. She quickly went down the ladder and tried to run out of the barn. However, as she was running, she stopped in her tracks and doubled over. “Woah, Peri, are you okay?” Lapis called out from across the room. “Mmmmm… I’m not gonna make it!” “Woah, you still haven’t peed yet?” “No… and I really gotta go!” “Okay, okay, just calm down.” Lapis came over and soothed Peridot. “Let’s just get you to the wa-” Lapis’ words were interrupted by another groan. Peridot felt more urine flowing out of her. Unfortunately, this time it didn’t stop. The dark stain on Peridot’s bodysuit began to grow larger and larger, before eventually pooling around her, seeping into the wood below her. She continued to pee for another twenty seconds before slowing down. Peridot let out a big sigh and looked at Lapis. “I-I’m so sorry, Lapis, I d-didn’t mean to-” “Shhhh, it’s alright, Peri.” “B-but I caused such a big mess! I urinated all over the floor!” “Don’t worry about that!” Slowly, the pee began to come out (unabsorbed?) from her jumpsuit and rose up from the wooden floor. All the liquid came together in an orb. Lapis then launched it far in the distance outside the barn. “Oh. Th-thank you, Lapis.” “No problem.” Lapis gave Peridot a kiss on the cheek. “How about we go upstairs and watch that marathon?” “You mean you’ll watch it!?” She shrugged. “Pierre has some good episodes, I guess.” Peridot smiled. “So you admit it!” “Shut up!” Lapis said jokingly. They both started laughing and went upstairs.
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  3. View File Vanessa Moon (Manyvids) Squirts 2X on Live Vanessa Moon squirts 2 times in one live session on Manyvids. I think she does them in panties too for about 555tk hopefully we get to see her do it in panties. Submitter P Pee Submitted 03/16/2024 Category Female  
  4. Hello, everybody. So I am actually on this site for a long time and the fiction section is my favorite. I always wanted to post something but didn't have the courage. Today I decided to try for the first time 🙂 I plan to tell this story in parts, according to your responses and feedback. The story focuses on pee desperation and wetting. The first Part does not have a wetting or much desperation yet, but it planned for Part 2. WARNING: I do want to put in nudity and Sex content. I will put a warning before those parts (Nothing in Part 1). And of course, this story is purely fiction and doesn't apply to real life fitness training (I am a fitness trainer, so it was important for me to mention it). ***************************************************** H.I.D.T - Part 1 "High-Intensity Desperation Training" in groups or private. for those how feel out of control! The new ad at the entrance to the gym intrigued Sophie. She was coming to this ladies-gym for the last 2 years and saw a lot of weird courses. High-intensity Pilates, pelvic-floor Yoga, and even feet muscles strengthening. But this was new, and rather interesting. As she understood it, the new course was about dealing with urination problems while working out, mostly with weights. Sophie was not really a "buffy" woman and didn't work a lot with weights, but she really wanted to. she was in her late 20's and had an averaged body of a woman, who is working out. Her arms were not thin, but not too muscular; her belly was not totally flat, and she obviously didn't have a sixpack; her butt and legs looked nice, although her friends (mostly the girls) would say se had an amazing ass, and guys would stare at her behind. But no! She was averaged. She comes to the gym for her health, not her look, and one of the trainers told her that "weight lifting is really important for the bones". But there was one problem. When she worked with weights, she would sometimes... "leaked". It was really embarrassing, although she wasn't the only one. she could smell the reek of urine here and there, and even see the wetness on the crotches of some of the women (some women really didn't care, because there were all women). 'Maybe it's time to face that fear' Sophie thought to herself. "Sophie! It's so good to see you!" called a familiar voice that interrupted Sophie's train of thought. Sophie jumped back and turned embarrassed to the trainer that approached her. she blushed as she recognized the smooth and deep voice. Of course it was Peter. The 30-ish years old trainer and her secret crush. She just hope he didn't see, what she was looking at. "Hey, Peter!" she called nervously "How are you?" "I am good, even better now, after I saw you." he said and smiled at her. Sophie felt her cheeks reddening "What did you plan for today? Jogging again?" "I thought about trying weights workout again." not a complete lie, but not the whole truth. "That's awesome!" called Peter enthusiastically "I think it is great that you try something new! I myself don't really think that you..." at that point Sophie didn't listen. She looked at this gorgeous man talking so passionately about the training and the benefits. his smile sits perfectly above his strong jew line; his eyes sparkling with excitement, like a teenager; his muscular arms moving around as he speaks. Sophie could resist but looking down for a quick moment as Peter's tight shirt came up above his belly button and revealed the sculpted shape of his abdomen. "So would you do it?" hearing a question, Sophie finally snapped out of her daydreaming. "Would I do what?" asked Sophie and felt immediately so embarrassed. "Lora's new training programm. She is really excited about it. Free of charge for you, of course." Peter repeated himself, not even upset that Sophie didn't listen. "Sure! I will give it a try." said Sophie without thinking. "Amazing!" called Peter "You are an angel, Sophie. I know Lora would be super thankful." "Happy to help." said Sophie, still a little confused. "Lora is already in training room number 4. She will meet you there. you can change first and I will tell her that you will be there soon." with that statement Peter left and waved Sophie goodbye. Sophie was really nervous now. What the hell did she agree to? on the other hand, if Peter recommended it, it can't be that bad, right? Sophie went to the dressing room and put her bag down. she took her shirt and jeans off and stood in front of the mirror, only in her underwear. she was already wearing her gray sports bra that held her breast tight and her favorite pink thong. she always looked at herself from head to heel, before and after training. then she wore her pink spandex that match with the thong and a loose white shirt. she took her water bottle and her phone. just as she was ready to leave, she felt a little tingle in her bladder. she needed to pee. she went to the toilet, bet all the stalls were occupied (there were only two). 'It's not that bad. I can hold it for a little while.' Sophie thought to herself. She went out of the dressing room and directly to training room number 4, as promised. The big room looked empty at first. A lot of training equipment in one corner and mirrors all over the walls. In the middle, stood Peter and talked to a woman in really short black shorts and tight black training bra. She was beautiful. Her body was as it came out of Victoria Secret magazine. Her blond long her was tied up to a pony tail and it looked like she didn't wear any makeup. "Sophie! you are right on time!" called Peter as he noticed Sophie coming into the room. "So this is Sophie! I am so happy to meet you." said the 'model' and reached her hand for a handshake "My name is Lora, I don't think we met." So this goddess is Peter's colleague?! Sophie felt a wave of jealousy going through her body. "I do believe that we haven't met yet." said Sophie with a fake smile on her face. "Although Peter talk about you all the time. I am so happy that you agreed to help me with the new programm. I really want it to succeed. It is a dream of mine." 'He talks about me? All the time?' Sophie was so happy to hear that. the smile on her face just became real. "Of course! how could I say no." "I believe that Peter already told you all about the programm." Lora looked at Peter. "Oh yes, I did. To the last detail." conformed Peter. Peter did explain apparently, but Sophie didn't listen. Of course she can't say now in front of Peter that she didn't listen to him, so she just nodded and smiled. "So before we will start with the programm, I want to test your abilities, if that's acceptable for you, of course." said Lora. "that sounds reasonable." said Sophie. "Excellent!" called Lora happily "Let's start then!" "I will leave now." said Peter "You girls have fun." Sophie looked at Peter leaves, watching his round butt from behind and wishing she could bite it. Just a little. "He IS into you, you know." said Lora teasingly after Peter closed the door behind him. "What?!" called Sophie defensively "Why would you say that?" "I don't know." Lora reached her hand to a bag next to her and pulled a water bottle with red colored juice inside, looked like an energy drink "Drink up!" "no, thanks. I have my own bottle." Sophie raised her water bottle and shacked it a bit. "If you wanna do it right, you need to show me ALL what you got." stated Lora and handed Sophie the bottle again "That means good stamina AND good durability." Sophie looked at the bottle and then at Lora. She knew that she already committed, so might as well role with it. But now that Peter was not there, she could ask what she wanted. "I am sorry for the dumb question, but what are you testing me for?" Sophie took the bottle from Lora and start drinking. "I thought Peter already explained." "He did! But..." Lora just laughed. "It's fine, but I will do it quick because we have to start." said Lora "I started the new programm and I have a lot of women how want to take part in it. I don't think that I would be able to teach them alone, so I asked the crew for assistant. Of course everyone is 'busy' with his and her own life, but then Peter recommended you. You don't have to teach anything! Just repeated what I say and show. And we can't pay you, so this class is free for you. I hope it is still acceptable." "It sounds fair." said Sophie, chugging already half of the bottle without noticing "I am in!" "I am SO happy to hear you say it! you are my savior!" called Lora. Suddenly, Sophie felt a pinch from her bladder. With all that chit chat, she forgot she needs to pee. And the drink in her hand didn't help. "Do you want more?" Lora pointed at the bottle. "No, thanks." Sophie handed her the bottle and pressed her legs together "I think I will go quick to-" "No time! We have to start!" Lora cut her mid sentence and took the half full bottle from her hand. She downed the whole bottle in one go and tossed it a side. "But I-" Sophie tried to explain her situation, shifting her bodyweight from foot to foot. "The clock is set! we are ready to go!" called Lora, ignoring Sophie completely. Sophie didn't want to argue. It is really not that bad. She can Hold it, right? To Be Continue...
  5. In my 13th writing, the omo-loving protagonist deliberately seeks out new ways to enjoy her kink. In this case, she tries incorporating a bike ride into her fun. Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink with the help of her boyfriend Yuta over the past year; loves self-induced wettings and wettings caused by Yuta pulling the strings. Yuta [M] - 21+ y/o, developed an omo kink watching his girlfriend get into a variety of situations where she couldn't hold it any longer; loves to help in decision-making. _______ It was a warm spring day, and plenty of people were outdoors. Some mowed lawns, some were driving with their windows down, and some were taking neighborhood strolls. All around trees, bushes and plants were sprouting buds and blooming flowers. There was a pleasant breeze, and very few clouds in the sky. It was a perfect day. Mali took note of this. A couple of weeks ago, she had one of the biggest thrills of her life, when she was pushed around by her boyfriend Yuta all day being restricted from using any bathroom while in public, and nearly getting caught wetting right in front of someone else. Ever since then, she's been seeking more thrills, and this nice weather has given her an opportunity. "I'm going to bike around desperate!" she says enthused. "What? How? Unless you want to be seen by people, how are you gonna do that? It's broad daylight outside." Yuta responds. "Well, if I wait long enough, it'll be dark out with no one around. So, I'll drink a lot and then when I feel an urge, I'll head out into the neighborhood and come back just in time to make it." She smirks at the thought. "You know damn well that you won't be making it back dry, knowing how your bladder works. You know that right?" he laughs. She laughs back as an answer "I'll be going in leggings and a sports bra so no one will suspect a thing if they see me. Plus it makes wetting in them feel a little more lewd. It's closer to mimicking the feeling of being nude rather than clothed, you know?" "I'm all for it." "Great! In that case, I'll get to drinking, kicking my bladder into gear, and prepping for tonight!" And so she began, filling glass after glass with water and using the bathroom often. Whenever she felt any light pressure, she made her way to the toilet. Soon enough, that urge came sooner and sooner after each use, and around 8 PM, the sun had finally set. Mali took this as a queue. She used the bathroom for the final time, and brewed herself some tea. As soon as she finished the mug, she felt the same urge, and felt her switches slowly turning on. She got changed, sporting sneakers, a gray and pink patterned pair of leggings, and a matching sports bra. She continued drinking water. While this was happening, Yuta, who knew of how close Mali likes to push her bladder, set up a row of towels leading from their front door to the bathroom at the end of the hall. He figured they would come in handy when she arrived back. It neared 10 PM, and Mali's legs were restless. She fidgeted as she sat in bed with Yuta, scrolling on their phones. It was about time. She sighed. "I think it's time I head out." She got up and rubbed her knees together. She leaned forward to minimize any pressure. On a desperation scale, she felt like she was at a 7/10. "I don't have panties on by the way..." Both her heart and Yuta's skipped a beat, his eyes gazing trying to get a peak of his love. "And, one more thing while I have your attention." She turned her back to him and spread her legs out a shoulder-width wide, set her hands on them, and arched forward. She let out a small moan - *pssst* A dark spot immediately formed on her leggings, with a couple of stray drops making their way down the back of her thighs. She controlled her breathing, and turned to look at him. "See you when I get back~" she said, smiling and winking as she headed for the door. Yuta sat there in awe. I love her. I'm so happy I have her...! he thought to himself. She shut the door behind her, and carefully walked over to her bike. Her tire pressure was all set to go, and the coast was clear. She hiked her leg over, sat down, and immediately felt pressure on her bladder. She could hardly adjust her back, and couldn't open up her legs without taking her foot off a pedal. She then turned and started pedaling. To her dismay, each time a leg swung up, her bladder was pushed inward from that side. The constant oscillation back and forth spelled danger, but at the same time, she was quite turned on by this discomfort. She made her way, passing block by block, feeling urge after urge. Inevitably, about 3 minutes in, she felt a tingle and momentarily stopped pedaling to prevent leakage. The mixture of cardio and self-control made her breathe heavy. The speed she went and the breeze created by it highlighted her already wet groin, it feeling colder than the surrounding warm air. "I'm feeling....so much." she whispered to herself. "People could be looking at me through dark windows....and I would never know..." She continued onward. She had to alleviate her urges and keep her legs still more frequently. As her desperation grew worse, so did the impact of each leg rising and falling as she pedaled. She had only ventured away from her house until this point. I better turn back soon, or things will get bad quick. Just as she thought this, a wave of desperation washed over her. Oh no, oh god...! *dribble, dribble, psssssss* She drifted along, clenching her pelvic muscles and letting out a relieving sigh. The front of her leggings shimmered, her wet spot expanded, and her seat grew damp. Yep, time to turn back! It's going to take longer now, I'll have to be more careful. Oohh, I hope no one is out right now. Although this spot was there, the only thing lighting the streets she rode on were street lamps from far above. It would take a trained observer to notice her damage for right now. She carried on. Every 20 seconds, Mali would stay still to collect herself. She didn't dare pedal too fast, in fear of leaking too much, but neither too slow, in fear of not making it. Along the way, she slowly pedaled by a street and glimpsed a woman walking her dog in her direction. Seriously? You couldn't walk earlier than 10:30?! Thankfully, they were more than 100 ft / 30 m from each other, and neither could make out any features of the other. Mali was more surprised than worried of being caught by her. Soon enough, Mali found herself halfway home. She also found herself sitting at a 9/10 in desperation. Each turn of the pedal poked at her bladder rather moderately. Fuck fuckfuckfuck this is getting serious. She decided to take a moment, and try completely stopping to keep herself in check. She was naturally nervous at the moment, and every part of her body was rather tense. When she went to break, her hands twitched and the bike came to a stop quicker than she anticipated. The momentum struck as she instinctually loosened herself up to avoid falling forward. *ppsssSHH-* Stop-! *SHHhhht* A big leak was let out, and she hunched over to see the overflow exit her leggings and completely soak her inner thighs. Her entire body was caved inward, and drops dripped from the bike seat and frame around her. Just as this happened, headlights shined from behind her. A car on the opposite side of the road headed her way from 2 blocks down. "Oh fuck! No don't see me!" Mali could feel that the back of her butt was wet and was dark near the seat. Not only that, but it was dripping and she herself was near a street lamp. Shit, I gotta move quick! She waddled with her feet on the ground forward along the sidewalk she was on, getting as far from the lamp as possible without looking suspicious. She also had to concentrate on tightening up her pelvic muscles so no more would leak. She diverted her eyes as the vehicle approached, passed, and kept going down the road past her. Her heart beat loud. She got excitement from not knowing whether or not the driver saw her in the act, as well as the rush she typically got when her desperation was nearing its peak. With her bike frame still shimmering, she pressed on the fastest she could pedal. Her lower half grew cold as her small accident dried in the wind. She was excited and determined. At last, home was in sight. Mali's whole body was growing tired, and was getting weaker by the second. As she pulled into their front lawn, she braked lightly, learning from last time. With every muscle tightened, she dropped the bike to the ground and walked over to the stairs to the front door. As she approached the staircase, she felt for her keys. Her keys.....where were her keys?! Wait....fuck...noooo~! Fuck they're inside! She messed up. Her mind anticipated that she'd be in the bathroom within the next 30 seconds. The thought already signaled a reaction from her bladder, which was now ready to release. A jolt bent her knees inward and forced her hands between her legs - *dribble dribble dribble dribble...* A leak flowed through her fingertips and back between her legs. In a hurried fashion, she glanced both ways down the road for peering eyes and made her way around their house to their fenced backyard. Her mind was racing. Pee made its way down her calves and into her socks at a rate quicker than she thought it was leaking. Go go go go go go....no one can watch me wet myself! ...Well, one man can! Yuta was in bed watching a TV show when from the right of the clear sliding door on the other end of the bedroom came Mali, carrying a trail behind her. She forcibly cut off as much leaking as she could to a steady dripping, and in one moment dropped her leggings to her ankles and leaned ass-first to the door with her legs still crossed. *PRRRRRRRRRSHHHHHHH* Yuta got a full display view of Mali letting loose on the glass pane of the door. She acted like a power washer for 30 whole seconds as she emptied all of her bladder's contents, frozen in ecstasy and letting out the largest sigh of relief the whole night. She finished, and pulled up her leggings, which were completely soaked on the back side from the residual splashing she just endured. She came through the door, and Yuta ran to grab one of the hallway towels. When he came back he let her know that he heard the bike outside and knew she was at the front door for a moment. Additionally, he let her know that the front door was open. Trying to hide her embarrassment, Mali deflected, "And you're complaining when I just gave you a free show?!" ".....You're right. My bad." _____ Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed. If you'd like to see Mali and Yuta in other omo situations, please consider checking out my previous works, or leaving an idea of your own in the replies which may develop into it's own story!
  6. This is my first story, so please be nice. I tried to write in a style as if I had this experience which I sadly didn't. "Oh my God, how far to we have to go?" she asked. "To the motorway? About 10 Kilometres, to the next rest area? I hope there is one close after entering the motorway" I replied, while holding my self together. But maybe, let's go back a few steps and let me Tell you how we ended in this situation. I, John, moved to a different city for work after a few weeks I noticed that a school fried of mine, Cassandra, was living in the same city for her university degree. We started writing again after barley seeing us in the last 5 years, since school. We decided to meet up, to hike a bit outside the city and catch up. We had to drive about an hour, but time flew as we were talking about the good old times. We hike through the beautiful valley and up to the castle, in the end we made a little photoshoot and she posed for me and my camera just perfectly. Both us had a bottle of water since it was quite a warm day, but didn't drown the bottles nor did we get any twinge in our bladders. Once we reached my car again, the bottles were empty since half an hour and we started to drink more, not thinking about the consequences. The way back also felt quite short and was a lot of fun, but I started to feel how the water was catching up with me but not to bad. But of course it had to happen, congestion on the motorway, first we saw the red lights, than we slowed down untill FULL-STOP, nothing was moving anymore. I turned of my motor for several minutes we continued to chat and as I made a funny comment, started to laugh. While catching her breath she said "Stop, I'm going to piss myself" Did she mean it for real? I couldn't think about it, the traffic started to roll. We got directed down the motorway onto a bigger Country road. This was a problem, my bladder got fuller and fuller by the minute, it was maybe at a 7/10. 15 KM, multiple red lights and a bit of traffic later.... "I hope we don't need to long for our way back" Cassie said out of nowhere, into the now pretty silent car. Subtle but steadily our conversation came to an and because both of had to take a piss. "Yeah I hope so too, the water I had before our trip wants to leave my body" I said, while my hand went down between my legs. "Same over on my side, should have visited the loo before meeting you" she said this with quite a shameful voice "Wait, when was your last piss? In the morning, that would be hours ago?!!" "It Shure is, I also had a coffee since than and I can feel the pressure, I can't take it for very long" she had her hands infront of her pussy, trying to keep it shut. I on the other hand, where constantly massaging my dick. May pants were still dry, but I was asking myself for how long. Concentrating on the road while keeping the flood back was no easy task. Another red light, I looked over and saw how Cassie was also squirming around in her seat. Not being able to sit still and breathing quite heavily. I didn't want to stare, but it was way to hot, seeing her like this and seeing how her belly was a bit bulged out. This takes us the the beginning of the story... "Oh my God, how far to we have to go?" she asked. "To the motorway? About 10 Kilometres, to the next rest area? I hope there is one close after entering the motorway" I replied, while holding my self together. The plan was, to enter the motorway again after our D-tour on a country-road, big enough for to lanes but to small for rest Areas. No option to pee, I mean, no option to pee without wetting the pants. But I felt like this wasn't to far away, for me the waves came ever minutes hitting the paddles was really hard. My concentration on the road got smaller and smaller, from Cassie I could only hear her moaning. Another red light, another stop, but this time I saw the road leading to the right. It was a Forrest areas, no other car, no people. This was the rescue for both of us, we knew it as soon as we looked in to our eyes. I took the turn, applied the brakes and we jumped out of the car. While holding my self I took some steps around the car, but as I was opening my zipper "no! No no no! This can't be real!" I heard Cassie scream in a high pitch voices. I looked over to her, she was pee dancing like no tomorrow, with her hands in her crotch! "Ahhh I'm nearly pissing myself, my zipper is stuck! HELP me" "But but, I'm also ..." "Please it's about to come out!" I was also close to bursting and wetting but I went over to her. And she was right her zipper was stuck, her shirt was tugged in it. With one hand on my dick to hold back the flood I got down on my knees in front of her. I tried to pull on her zipper and on the jeans itself while she was constantly dancing around and saying stuff light "please hurry, ahh I must keep dry, I'm nearly pissing" While she was jumping from one leg to the other it happened, my hand jammed into her poor bulging bladder. It was to much, one last moan than she stood still and looked down. We both watched her light blue jeans getting drenched in her hot piss of the last hours. A waterfall of piss would be an understatement, it went down her legs leaving dark trails with a loud hiss. All she could do was moaning and letting her head fall back. But there was a second full to the brim bladder, mine. Seeing her pissing, hearing the gushing pee and even feeling it, due to my hand at her zipper, I was also to much for me. Kneeling infront of her, first even with out me noticing, I started to piss myself. Once I realised what was happening, I did nothing because my pants were already wet. So together we formed a big puddle of pee in the next minutes.
  7. i’m sure someone has already posted this on here somewhere but i hadn’t seen it and was blown away - this movie must have been written or directed by one of us 😉 but seriously this has to be this highest production value omo ever https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR3QhFN
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    ZOZO-182 Shame! Beautiful Girl Totally Nasty Feminized Big Bang Rotor Voltage 85 Times! Insert The Bomb Rotor That Relentlessly Causes Outdoor Incontinence With The Powerful Vibrations Of An Electric Massager, And Squirt For An Orgasm Date! ~Sakura ZOZO-182 Wetting - A waitress is ambushed by her coworkers who put a high powered vibrator down her panties and then make her continue doing her job around the restaurant while turning it off and on until she wets herself. ZOZO-182 Uncut - Contains the wetting part plus sex. Screenshots go to the wetting part Enjoy
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  14. Wow, it's been a while. Some years ago, I began the adventures of these two young ladies and their bladder mishaps, but I never completed them. At long last, that is what I am attempting to do. And so, without further ado: Chapter 1 - An Introduction Specific tags: one-piece swimsuit, messing Angelica was surprised by the request her mom casually made while pressing the button on her phone to end the call. Not shocked, but it was nonetheless unexpected for a couple of reasons. “That was Jeanne. She needs someone to babysit Lily on Saturday afternoon. Do you think you could do it?” These were the reasons: first, Angelica never considered herself to be much of babysitting material. She had no younger siblings and was often the youngest in whatever group she found herself in, and so had never really interacted with kids much. But none of that mattered for the second reason: Lily was far too old for it to be considered “babysitting” at all. She raised an eyebrow and moved her lips to the side in an expression of “huh?” while asking, “Lily’s in high school, isn’t she? Isn’t that a little old to be babysat?” Her mom let out a little sigh and clarified. “Yes, yes, not really babysitting…fine. But Jeanne and Derek will be out at the doctor’s for the afternoon, and they don’t want Lily to be all alone at home during that time. Can you do it?” Angelica’s expression turned more placid as she thought for half a second before answering, “Sure, why not.” But her eyebrows immediately furrowed again as she remembered something else. “Wait a minute. Isn’t she the one who pees her pants all the time?” Try as she might, she couldn’t suppress a little snicker as she asked it. Angelica’s mother’s face darkened as she fixed her daughter with one of her Looks. The tone of her answer matched her expression. “She has a sympathetic spastic bladder. Don’t laugh about it. Can you imagine if it was you who had that condition?” “Yeah, I guess so.” Angelica looked away, feeling a little guilty. “Okay then. I’ll text Jeanne and let her know your answer. I can drop you off there and then she’ll bring you back here once she’s back from her appointment.” Angelica’s mom turned and walked down the hallway, texting with one hand. ~*~*~*~*~ It was about a quarter after one on Saturday when Angelica and her mom started the forty-minute drive out to Lily’s house. The drive was mostly free of conversation, as Angelica idly passed the time on her phone, texting and Instagramming. It was more out of boredom than anything else, and she found her mind wandering. How did her mom know Mrs., uh….Jeanne? Now that she thought about it, she didn’t even know the family’s last name. Her mom met Jeanne through…the PTA? Was that it? Something like that. Angelica shifted in her seat and pushed a strand of brown hair behind her left ear. She had never been to Lily’s house before—in reality, the two barely knew each other. Her mom was friends with Lily’s mom, but the friendship didn’t extend to their daughters. But Lily’s family was pretty well off, from what she knew. They lived out in a rural location, but they had a neighborhood watch and an in-ground pool. Angelica wished she had put on her bathing suit under her T-shirt and faded jeans—it was great swimming weather, in the warm-but-not-too-hot mid-June, and what better way for two young girls to spend an afternoon together? Her mom interrupted into her thoughts to reiterate what she had already told Angelica before they left: “Now, remember, Ange, even though you’re doing a favor for them, you are still the Wellses’—” (aha! that was the name) “—guest. I want you to remember that. Be respectful of them and their home. Understood?” Angelica breathed in and raised her head a little, still looking at her phone. “Yeah, mom. You told me that before we left.” “Well, I want to make sure you understand it. This is your only chance to make a good first impression.” She gave her daughter a smile and turned her attention back to the road. A guest—that was probably the real reason why she hadn’t worn her bathing suit. She didn’t want to seem like she was disrespecting the Wellses by inviting herself to their pool—either to them or to her mom. Well. There would probably be other things she could find to do. The sun was making it hard to see her phone screen, so she turned off the screen and dropped it between her thighs, before leaning against the door and letting the light pour across her face. As they drove past miles and miles of woods, the sunlight flashed in and out through the trees like a strobe light. With her eyes closed, the pulsating was almost hypnotic, and her thoughts wandered again. So, Lily was maybe two or three years younger than she herself was. Was she into anything interesting? Angelica was almost done with Gone with the Wind and wondered about what kinds of books Lily liked…if any. Hopefully she wouldn’t want to spend the whole time just talking about boys. It might be fun for a little bit, but there’s only so long that kind of conversation could go on. And…then her thoughts went back to where they kept slipping back to: Lily’s issue with wetting her pants. She stifled a laugh again thinking about it. It just seemed so…ridiculous. That someone at her age wouldn’t just have an accident, but actually be accident prone. Sure, there was always the occasional middle schooler or even high schooler that would pee themselves on a class trip, or during a test…but those incidents were rare enough that they would become the thing of legend for a few weeks or so, drifting on the winds of school gossip. But an ongoing issue? That was crazy. Had she just never been potty trained properly? Angelica couldn’t even remember the last time she had had an accident. Well, other than the one time in middle school at the Davises’ house, but she didn’t want to think about that. What had her mom called it? “Sympathetic spastic bladder.” Sympathetic. Kind of like sympathetic vomiting? Or pain? So…did that mean that if someone else needed to pee, it made her need to pee too? That was the best she could figure. But that seemed pretty common. Doesn’t that kind of thing happen to most people? Lily’s condition must just be a lot more severe. It must be, if she actually had wetting accidents from it. Man, that must be crazy. Angelica tilted her head back and tried to imagine what that must be like: bladder twitching and contracting, shifting from leg to leg, squeezing your thighs together hard to keep the flood inside…but then feeling yourself lose control, and pee flow out of you, despite your best efforts, all across your crotch and down your legs…as if on cue, Angelica’s own bladder gave an involuntary twitch and she took a quick intake of breath. Thankfully, she didn’t need to pee right now, but oh my goodness. She couldn’t even imagine how mortifying that would be. Trying to take her mind off it, she picked up her phone again from between her legs and went back to distracting herself. She couldn’t stop herself from wondering if Lily would have any…issues…today, though. But she knew better than to bring it up when there. ~*~*~*~*~ The hatchback crunched to a stop on the gravel drive and shut off. Both Angelica and her mom stepped out, stretching and breathing in the air. All around were woods, and no traffic could be heard. The only sounds were the wind in the trees and the buzzing of cicadas and other insects. Mrs. Wells was already out the front door and coming up to meet them. “Tracy! Hi! So good to see you! Thank you for coming. And hello again, Angelica!” She gave each of them a hug when greeting them. Angelica had only met Mr. and Mrs. Wells once, but this sanguinity seemed to be standard behavior. She smiled back, “Hi. Thanks for having me over.” “Oh, it’s our pleasure. You’re really doing us a huge favor! We couldn’t find anyone else we trusted on such short notice.” She said this last part to Angelica’s mom, but it didn’t prevent a small swell of pride from rising up inside Angelica at being apparently being considered so valuable. “Here, come right this way. You can meet Lily.” Instead of leading them through the house, she walked over to the side and unlatched a small wrought-iron gate. “She’s in the pool in the back. Do you like to swim, Angelica? Did you happen to bring your bathing suit with you?” “Um, I do, but I didn’t bring it, no.” “Oh, that’s a shame. Maybe next time. Don’t worry, though, I’m sure there’s plenty for you to entertain yourself with.” They were at the backyard now, and Angelica could see the pool stretching out in the yard, its shiny blue surface looking absolutely tantalizing. At least she could put her feet in. Mrs. Wells called out, “Lily? The Carpenters are here. Come and say hello.” As they stepped out of the shade of the house and back into the sun, Angelica could see a very thin, shoulder-length blonde-haired girl raise her head out of the pool and then climb up the ladder and stand there dripping as she grabbed a SpongeBob towel and wrapped it around her black one-piece swimsuit. She was shorter than Angelica but also slenderer, but she was already sporting a healthy tan, unlike Angelica, who preferred to stay indoors more. When she spoke, Angelica noticed that she had her mother’s mouth and smile. “Hi. I’m Lily. Are you Angelica?” Angelica started to respond with a yes when Mrs. Wells cut in with a mildly chiding tone, “Now, Lily, what did I tell you? Be polite to our guest.” Lily blushed a little and revised, “Hello, Miss Angelica. Pleased to meet you.” Angelica couldn’t help but smile to herself as she realized that Lily’s mom probably made her daughter feel just as self-conscious about first impressions as her own mom. Lily started feeling less like a stranger to her and more like a potential friend. She stuck her hand out in her most mock-businesslike gesture and said in a playfully stern voice, “Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.” The two girls giggled as they shook hands a little too firmly, and Mrs. Wells laughed. “Well, look at you two! You’ll have a great time together. Derek and I will be back in a few hours. Make yourself at home here, Angelica. Have fun, and call us if you have any questions.” She turned off back to the path beside the house. From the other side, Angelica could hear the Wellses’ garage door opening and their car backing out. Angelica’s mom gave her a hug. “Have fun, sweetheart. Call me if you need anything.” She followed after Mrs. Wells with a parting wave. Angelica waved back, then turned back slowly, taking in all the details of the back yard. The house and yard were completely surrounded by woods, though there was still a privacy fence at the edge with a gate in the middle. That was at the far end of the yard, though, a good hundred feet away. Closer up there was a trampoline, then the pool, then the back patio which extended up to the back porch. There were two quad bikes parked close by the house, next to a couple of bushes. On the patio itself was an outdoor furniture set, with a glass-topped table in the center sporting a golf umbrella. On the table were an assortment of snacks, and an ice chest underneath boasted a bevy of soft drinks peeping their colorful heads out. “Wow…you’ve got a nice backyard…” Angelica led off tentatively. Lily gave a kind of half-hearted nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, I guess. I mean, yeah. Thanks.” “Must be kinda nice to have all this to yourself, huh?” “I guess. I mean, we’re kind of all alone out here. The nearest neighbor is like a mile away.” “Wow.” Angelica turned back toward the snack table. She hadn’t had much of a lunch and was both hungry and thirsty. “Oh, those are for you. Well, like, us. My mom wanted to make sure you felt appreciated.” Angelica looked up. “Just the two of us? Really? There’s enough here for like a whole party of people!” Lily shrugged. “Yup. That’s my mom.” She laughed a bit. “Seriously, though, have as much as you want. That’s why they’re there.” Angelica smiled on one side and looked back to the ice chest. Was there any ginger ale? Ginger ale was her favorite. Ah! There one was! She pulled it out, relishing the chilled surface of the aluminum and the drips of icy water down the sides. With a ksshhh she popped it open and took a sip, then coughed as the bubbles went into her nose. Lily sidled up next to the ice chest and popped open a Sprite. Angelica by now had found a bag of Chips Ahoy and began munching on them. Lily gulped down some Sprite and then asked, “So, Miss Angelica, do you like to swim?” Angelica finished washing down some cookie and suppressed a burp. “Yeah, I do, but I don’t have a swimsuit with me.” “Aw, that’s too bad. I love swimming. It’s like, literally my favorite thing to do during the summer. But it’s more fun with more people.” “Do you have any friends around?” “Haha, no one lives around. Not walking distance, at least. I really only see friends at school.” “Oh, that’s too bad.” Angelica tried to burp discreetly. Lily laughed. “What is it?” asked Angelica. Lily kept laughing. “That face you made! It was like, your eyes crossed.” She imitated it. “No they didn’t! I didn’t look like that!” Angelica protested good-naturedly. “You really did!” And then, most likely from laughing, Lily also burped, but much louder. This sent both girls into a fit of giggles. Angelica felt good. It seemed like the two of them might really click. ~*~*~*~*~ Almost two hours had passed. Angelica and Lily had chatted for a while, talking about Lily’s pets (an iguana and a guinea pig), historical fiction (Lily wasn’t as into reading but did like some historical movies), the vacation the Wells family would be taking soon to the Bahamas, and just whatever. They dangled their feet in the water for a while, eating snacks and drinking soda, before Lily wanted to go back to swimming, and so Angelica sat on the chaise lounge with another ginger ale after putting her shoes back on to keep her feet from getting sunburnt. Eventually conversation died down and Lily swam by herself while Angelica went back to her phone. Instagram was interrupted by a text from Jackie, a friend of hers from school. hey Ange Angelica tilted the screen away from the sun and squinted to better see past the glare. Holding the phone with two hands, she used her thumbs to reply. Hey Jackie Whats up? wyd the librarys doing a free movie want to come ? Cool, what time? And what movie in like fiften minutes Tangled I think Sorry, I can’t make it sounds fun though. ah you suckkkk haha Why cant u come tho My mom asked me to be with the Wells’ daughter while they’re out. whos that you know Lily? o yeah isnt she the one who pees her pants alot? Yeah, that’s her. Angelica looked up at Lily, who was currently lazily performing a backstroke. She felt a little weird about Lily’s condition being brought up, thinking that just a few hours ago, it was the main identifying feature she knew about Lily. Now to hear someone else express the same perspective after being able to spend some time getting to know Lily as a person was somewhat jarring. She had actually forgotten about Lily’s bladder until Jackie’s text, and she felt a pang of guilt in her gut when remembering her morbid fascination on the drive out, even half-hoping that she would see the effects. She also felt a pang of something else, a little lower in her body. Her phone then buzzed a “Low Battery” alert, which brought her back to the text conversation. wow that’s cray has she had to go pee a lot ? No, she seems normal. She’s nice. We’ve been getting to know each other. Does she like wear diapers or somthing? Angelica brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes and shifted in her seat. This talk about peeing was making her have to go herself. She tilted her head back to drain the last of the ginger ale from the can before putting it on the table next to her, noticing only then that it was her fourth overall. That was actually a lot of soda. No she doesn’t. Anyway, can we talk about something else? It’s making me have to pee. haha I feel u girl well, sorry u cant comeee Thanks. Have fun Her phone buzzed another “Low Battery” alert. She saw that there was only 2% left and thought she should probably put the phone away. Right after putting it in her pocket, though, another text came in. pee pee rivers waterfalls She laughed at Jackie’s antics, but not before feeling Jackie’s desired effect in a contraction in her bladder. She leaned forward in her seat and typed back. Jackie! Not funny. Lol But then her phone gave one final buzz as the screen went out. The battery had died. Angelica took the cue and stood up from the chaise lounge, stretching and feeling the sun on her skin again after being under the golf umbrella. Her bladder was beginning to hurt. She really should go and use the bathroom now. She stepped up the patio and onto the back porch. Taking hold of the handle of the sliding glass door, she pulled on it. The door wouldn’t move. It took her a moment to register what happened. Then she gave another tug, this time with both hands. Nothing. The door was locked. Having the prospect of relief be so close and then denied her sharply intensified her need to go. Her bladder suddenly contracted, and she gasped and had to bend over to keep from leaking. She stood there for a few seconds, hands on her thighs, trying to figure out what to do. She was now starting to get genuinely worried. It might be over another hour before the Wellses came back, and she didn’t know if she could wait that long. Unbidden, her thoughts from the car ride earlier started to drip—drift!—back into her head: the feeling of desperation, of holding back with all your strength only to lose control anyway, of the spreading warm wetness… Her bladder spasmed again and she had to quickly grab her crotch to keep from letting anything out. No! She couldn’t let herself think like that. Honestly, she had probably had to go this badly before, on car trips or whatever. She would be fine. Of course she would. But her stomach was now feeling full of butterflies and gave an ominous gurgle. Taking a deep breath, she turned back toward the pool and walked out onto the patio. “Lily?” she called out. Lily raised her head up and shifted from floating to treading water. “What is it, Miss Angelica?” Angelica hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the back door. “I need to use the bathroom, but I think the back door is locked.” She tried to keep her voice steady, but she could tell that it came out a little higher pitched than normal. The look that came over Lily’s face did not make Angelica feel any more at ease. It was clearly a look of concern, but had a flash of something more for a second…something almost like fear. She climbed out of the pool again, did a quick dry-off with her towel before wrapping it around herself, then came up the porch as well. Angelica was shifting her legs back and forth at this point, trying to look less urgent than she felt. The pool water dripping off Lily wasn’t helping at all. Lily grabbed the door handle and gave it a firm tug. Just as when Angelica tried it, it didn’t budge. She cupped her hands and peered through the glass for a few seconds, even though Angelica was sure that they both knew the house was empty. Angelica took the opportunity to rub her thighs up and down while Lily couldn’t see her. “Yeah, it’s locked. I guess Mom or Dad locked it accidentally before leaving.” She paused and scanned the back wall of the house. “Do you have to go pretty bad?” Angelica felt too self-conscious to answer honestly, and besides, wasn’t Lily’s condition sympathetic? She tried to downplay how she felt. “Uh, well, I need to go, but I’ll be okay.” She gave a weak smile, hoping to convince herself as well as Lily. “Okay.” Lily’s answer didn’t seem entirely genuine. After a few seconds of awkward silence, during which Angelica was finding it difficult to stand still, she decided to swallow her pride. “Do you know if there’s another way into the house? A side door…an open window?” She tried to say it in a way that would almost make it sound like a joke, but instead of laughing, Lily turned slowly toward Angelica with a pale expression. “So you do have to go pretty bad…huh?” Angelica noticed that Lily started to shift from one foot to the other. “I just…I need to…use the bathroom. Yeah. I do.” She admitted it in the hope that Lily would know a solution and she would be provided with relief. Instead, saying it out loud just made her need more intense, as if her psychological barriers were starting to wear thin. She started to bob up and down a little in spite of herself, and her stomach churned again. Without warning, a fart slipped out, thankfully unheard over the cicadas. Her hands involuntarily shot to her butt before she realized it and moved them back down to her sides, blushing. Lily swallowed and answered, “The windows are probably all latched shut to keep the A/C inside. The only other door is the front door…but it’s normally locked.” “Is there a spare key or something? Anything you can think of?” Her voice had an audible tremor at this point. Lily’s eyes brightened. “Oh good idea! I think so. I know we used to have one…let’s go try and find it.” She stepped off the porch and towards the side walkway with Angelica following. As soon as she reached the path, though, she suddenly drastically slowed her pace. The delay caused a spike of irritation to shoot through Angelica, perfectly in sync with a spike of pain through her lower abdomen. She clenched both her teeth and sphincter, then realized what made Lily slow down so much. She was still barefoot from the pool and the path was paved with gravel. It must have been painful and slow going for her. Pity made her regret her irritation, and she said, “I can go check, since you’re barefoot. Where did you keep the key?” “Thanks. Under the rock at the corner where the right side of the front path meets the porch.” She gestured with her hands to demonstrate. “Okay. And…see if you can find any way in back here.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” She turned back to the grass of the back yard. As soon as she was by herself, Angelica started walking faster. She was still keeping all her muscles rigid in an attempt to prevent any from accidentally relaxing. She was sure that if anyone saw her, it would be super obvious that she had to pee. Against her will, her thoughts began to wander. I can’t believe I have to pee this bad…this morning I couldn’t even remember what it felt like to pee this bad…is this what it feels like for Lily?...my bladder is gonna pop and my crotch is tingling… Gotta keep it in. Gotta keep it in. I can do this. Yes. I can do this. I’ll just go and get the key, and then sweet relief…to be able to let it all out… No! Can’t think of that. Gotta stay focused. She had to stop and cross her legs for a few seconds, doubling over as she did so. Her stomach gave another unwelcome rumbling. She felt like there was more gas, but didn’t want to risk trying to let any out. Of course I’ll make it. That’s what normal people do. They don’t pee themselves. I’m way too old to pee myself. I’ll be fine. Her walk relaxed slightly, letting her speed up some more. There, now. That was the way to do it. See, she’d be fine. Just fine. Her bladder was still twinging when she opened the wrought-iron gate and stepped onto the front lawn, but she ignored it. Relief was near. Soon, this would be nothing but a memory of a close call and everything would be okay, nothing to fear. Anticipation was sending needles through her bladder and she clenched harder as she came up to the spot Lily had described to her. There was the rock. Just…move it to the side…and… Nothing. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as her face blanched. This was her only hope of getting inside, and now it was gone. It was supposed to be there, but it was gone! Her bladder tightened and she could feel the tension go all the way into her thighs. Her brain reeled. Maybe the Wellses would be back early? But there was no way to know. Maybe they would know some other way in? But her phone died—how could she reach them? Maybe a neighbor’s house? But there was no one…the nearest neighbor was “like a mile away,” according to Lily. In one last burst of desperation, she scrambled around the front garden, overturning rocks, lifting pots, feeling through the soil, trying to find a key anywhere, anywhere at all. Her bladder was on fire. She dashed up to the front door—maybe it was unlocked? But no, tugging and pushing and slamming against the heavy oak yielded no hope of entry. She stumbled back, off the porch, sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes darting back and forth, hoping beyond hope for some cracked window, some miraculous entry. But she found nothing. The house loomed over her, imposing, resolute, unyielding. It felt like a black hole opened in her soul, draining out her resolve in a spectral pull of despair mingled with resignation. There was nothing left to do but give in…give in and… Her bladder spasmed again, and this time, her clenched sphincter muscles were not strong enough to stop it. A spurt of hot urine surged into her underwear, and at the same time, another fart burst out of her behind. She gasped loudly, wide-eyed, and jammed a hand into her crotch to keep any more from leaking out. Back yard. Now. Maybe Lily found a way in. She tried to move as quickly as possible down the path past the gate again, but found she had to keep her hand in her crotch, intermittently squeezing, which slowed her down considerably. At this point, she didn’t even care if Lily saw her like this. She just had to hold on. She had to. Somehow being in a secluded place on the side of the house caused her desperation to shoot up in sharper and stronger waves than before. She was moving as fast as she could, but kept having to stop to keep from losing control. Panic made her thoughts roil. I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself I can’t wet myself oh crap oh crap I can’t believe this is happening to me Is this because I made fun of Lily But I didn’t really make fun of her I swear I can’t wet myself I’ve gotta hold on Can’t let go oh crap Can’t let go Can’t let go Despite holding herself, she felt another spurt leak out into her panties, which now felt hot and sticky against her private parts. She tried to control her breathing. She could still make it with minimal damage done. If only I’d brought my swimsuit I could just pee in the pool All nice and warm To just relax If only I could just relax and let go Let go Let go oh crap oh crap I can’t I can’t Mincing her way further, teeth clenched, tears began forming in her eyes. It would feel so good to just let go No! No I can’t! Yes just let go Just let go No! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! She spurted again. Then again, this time a little longer. The whole time, she was passing gas in little bursts as well. She was almost to the end of the walkway, but she could feel her hand getting warm and damp. She jammed her other hand into her crotch as well, holding on for all she was worth with both hands. She rounded the corner at last, head down, eyes wide, breathing heavy, heart racing. She knew there would definitely be a wet spot in her crotch, but she didn’t know how bad. Right now she just had to keep it from getting any worse. She could hear Lily come running up, but it seemed distant, like in a dream. Just like in a horror movie, when the bandages are sloooowly peeled away to reveal the villain’s disfigurement, she gingerly lifted her hands away from her crotch. Her legs were bent inward, knees together and shaking, and she could feel her face go white as she saw the damage. Her jeans were clearly wet and dark all around her crotch, in an area about the size of a dessert plate. The wetness went slightly further down her right thigh, and the fabric was glistening at the center of her crotch. It was, all in all, very obvious that she had had a pee accident. Her breath caught and her heart was jackhammering in her skull. As if from far away, she could hear Lily’s voice— “Miss Angelica? I couldn’t find any way in back here. Did you find the key?” That was the last straw. With a groan, Angelica felt all her willpower and muscles give way at once. She sank to her knees as the floodgates opened, with no stopping them now. It was like a faucet had been turned on in her pants. She watched, as if in a trance, as the wet spot rapidly darkened and grew shiny, then spread voraciously across her crotch and down her thighs. She just kept breathing in and out, in and out, powerless to do anything but watch. She could feel the wetness spread to her butt and then pour out in a stream directly onto the patio. Two puddles formed, one at each knee, and then they merged and were supplemented by the bigger puddle forming under her rear. She could hear the sharp hssssss as she emptied her bladder, combined with the splashing of the urine underneath her. The waves of desperation gave way to ecstasy as relief finally came, but it was darkened by the heavy overshadowing sense of extreme embarrassment and shame of having actually wet her pants. Here she was, just a few hours ago unable to conceive of how anyone could lose bladder control and have an accident, and now she was experiencing just that. The tears that had formed in her eyes overflowed, and her heavy breathing shifted into soft sobs at her plight. She continued going to the bathroom in her pants for over half a minute before the flow finally tapered off. For what seemed like a small eternity, there was silence. Even the cicadas had died down. The only sounds that could be heard were the quiet sniffles of Angelica as she wiped the tears from her reddened cheeks and the muffled drip…drip…drip of the last of her urine from her pants. Now that she was actually done, the wetness was starting to feel very cold. Her head still down, Angelica couldn’t see Lily’s reaction. Eventually, Lily broke the silence. “Miss Angelica?” Her voice sounded like she was going to be sick. “Miss Angelica, I—” Then she made a kind of choking sound and was silent. The next thing Angelica heard was a spattering, splashing sound. But she had finished peeing—what could that be? And it was coming from in front of her… She raised her head to meet Lily’s eyes, but her gaze only got halfway. It stopped on Lily’s feet, where Angelica could see a yellow puddle growing. Her eyes were drawn upwards, where she could see urine pouring out of the crotch of Lily’s black swimsuit, splashing in streams between her thighs, and coursing in rivulets down each of her legs. She watched, transfixed, for several seconds, then looked up at Lily’s face. Lily stood there open-mouthed, pale, and speechless. Her arms were rigid at her sides, and she seemed completely unable to make any effort to stop Nature’s course whatsoever. Angelica watched as Lily also emptied her bladder into her clothes, and felt her own body give way once more. She felt her panties rewarm as one final jet of urine came out, but then her intestines rumbled. She gasped again and leaned forward, grabbing her butt, but not before she lost control and felt, one, two, three, four, five small pieces of poop pop out unbidden into her underwear. She could feel the wetness pull away from her skin as her underwear now sagged down from the seat of her pants due to the extra weight. Lily was still pale, but seemed to have finished peeing. She spoke, her voice hoarse, but with a new element of shock in her tone. “Miss Angelica, did you just…?” Angelica tried to lean back on her knees again, but her legs were too shaky. Instead, she lost her balance and fell with a splish on her butt in her own pee puddle, wincing as the poop in her panties was unceremoniously squished across her bottom. She couldn’t speak. She was in too much shock. Instead she just sat there and covered her face with her hands, trying to pretend this had all been a bad dream. ~Aftermath~ After gaining her composure, Angelica stiffly told Lily to clean up herself in the pool and the puddles with her towel, which would then also be washed off in the pool. At least swimsuits were designed to get wet. She on the other hand walked gingerly to the gate in the privacy fence, opened it, walked about fifty feet into the woods on the other side, and then, once she made sure no one was around, took off her shoes and socks and peeled off her jeans. Gosh, she was so stupid. She could have just peed in the woods when she had the chance. Trying to keep as much of her mess contained as possible, she pulled down her panties and made a face of disgust at herself. She then threw the panties into the underbrush and pulled her jeans back on, wincing at the roughness of the denim. She then walked back into the back yard, carrying her shoes and socks, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and then jumped in the pool. At Lily’s expression of surprise, all Angelica had to do was give her a stern look for her to understand: this way, her parents would never have to know what happened. The remainder of the afternoon was spent in awkward silence. Lily sat next to the pool (she didn’t trust how clean the water was anymore) and Angelica on the chair. She didn’t touch any more soda. Lily’s parents ended up arriving about forty minutes later, and Angelica had a strange kind of feeling of vindication when realizing that she really would not have been able to wait until they arrived. When they asked about why she was all wet, Angelica made up a story about goofing around near the pool and accidentally falling in. She kept all other answers to questions about the afternoon short, but with enough affected pep as to avoid suspicion. She made sure to say nothing about the locked back door, knowing that it would likely raise further questions—notably about where all the soda they drank went. Once Mrs. Wells dropped her off at her home, Angelica gave the same kinds of answers to her mom, determined to make sure that no one else ever found out about what happened. One week later, however, Lily was walking home from the bus stop. She and some friends had just gotten back from watching a movie and parted ways. The bus stop was nearly a mile walk from her house, but it was shorter to cut through the woods and come in through the back yard. Lily was walking quickly, already needing to use the bathroom. She remembered all too well the incident the previous week, and that the only reason her parents hadn’t found out what happened was because of Angelica’s resourcefulness. She was almost to the gate to her back yard when she was distracted by a loud buzzing off to the left. Curious, she looked that direction, then stepped carefully into the underbrush. The source of the buzzing was a swarm of flies, all acutely interested in something obscured by the leaves. As she drew nearer, a nasty smell hit her and she wrinkled her face and pinched her nose. She knew what it was. Ever since that incident, she had wondered how Angelica had cleaned up her poop accident. Now she knew. But she couldn’t stop herself. It was like a train wreck; she had to see. She haltingly drew back the plants with one hand and looked down. There, stiff and wrinkled from drying out in the open air, were a pair of pink bikini-cut panties, with a sickly brown load of poop completely covering the seat. Lily could feel herself losing control. It always felt the same way. The same sensation of being a stranger in your own body, of psychological resolve dissipating. She ran through the gate and across the yard, her breathing ragged, with one hand in her crotch in a vain attempt to stop the flow. As she sped across the grass, the wet spot gradually spread out on either side of her hand and down one leg of her jean shorts. She reached the back door and translated her momentum into forcefully sliding the door open, but she was jarringly stopped short by the fact that the door was locked. Again. She banged on the door with her free hand, yelling for someone inside to hear her, her other hand getting wetter and wetter as she continued leaking, urine now dripping from the cuff of her left leg and trickling down her thigh. She remembered what had happened the previous week and Angelica’s plight, including what ended up happening to her, as a new pressure built up in her abdomen. It was unfortunate, but apparently inevitable, then, that Lily’s mom came to the door a minute later and found her daughter red-faced and sobbing, a puddle under her soaked tennis shoes and a load in her shorts.
  15. Katie presses her face against the couch and sighs. It’s the holidays! The university’s on break! She should be doing things! But no, the sky had decided to dump a foot of snow on them, and the roads are closed. Unfair. She’s BORED. YARGH. “Katie?” a brown haired head poppes through the doorway. “you ok?” Katie sighs. “Yeah, Trevor, I’m ok. Just bored.” Trevor plops down on the couch next to her. “Well, My girlfriend can’t be BORED! We have to DO something. THIS IS TERRIB-'' Katie waps him with a pillow. “Oh, shut up, you.” he grins. “What, I'm serious, I’m bored to- oh no, I know that look. You have an idea, don’t you?” Katie sits up. “Yes. so, since we’re both into omo, how about a-” Trevor cuts in. “a pee holding competition?” He sits up excitedly. Katie laughs. “Great minds think alike! You in?” Trevor makes a ‘duh’ face. “Heck yeah! Let’s use the wheel from last time.” Katie pulls her phone out of her pocket and opens the spinner app. “I’ll set this down, you go use the bathroom. We both have to so it’ll be even.” Trevor walks toward the bathroom. Katie watches him go, admiring the way his back curves, his shoulders, his perfect hair. All of which becomes even hotter when he’s desperate. She can’t wait to start. “Ok, here’s your water,” Katie says, handing him a bottle and taking one for herself. “Let's get started- actually, take another one. Let’s make this really difficult.” Trevor grabs another and chugs them both down. Katie finishes hers more slowly, then they head into the living room. “Ok, now we wait 30 minutes, then we can watch a horror movie.” They head to the living room. 30 Minutes later Katie is starting to feel the effects of the water, but not that strongly. She can make it a few more hours. Trevor is in the same boat. “Ok, time to start the horror movie! A long one… oh! The Exorcist!” Trevor grimaces. “What?” Katie teases “too scary?” She presses play on the remote. Trevor replies, “no… ok, yes. But it’ll make the challenge more interesting, so I’ll be ok.” A good way into the movie, Trevor and Katie are both a little more desperate. Katie is curled up next to her boyfriend, one leg under her crotch to relieve some pressure. Trevor would like to be doing that too, but he wants to prove that he’s tough after admitting to being scared of the movie. Suddenly, there is a jumpscare. Katie yelps and huddles closer to her boyfriend. The scare makes Trevor leak into his underwear, but he tenses his muscles and quickly gets it under control. “Let’s drink some more,” Katie says with a grin. Trevor makes a face. “What, losing control already?” She hands him a bottle. “No…” Trevor replies, and chugs the water to prove his point. Later The credits are rolling, and the couple are both squirming. Katie gets up to grab her phone, but she trips and lands hard on the arm of the couch, right on her bladder. She squeaks and a spurt leaks into her underwear. Trevor, sitting with his legs crossed on the couch, laughs a little, knowing she leaked. “Oh yeah?” Katie crosses over to the couch with her phone in her hand. “Well, then it’s only fair that I do-- this!” She pushes down hard on his bladder. Trevor makes an “aah” noise and feels several small spurts escape. His underwear is soaked. Katie giggles as he regains control. “Ok, now we’re even,” he says. “You can go first, though.” Katie grabs the wheel and hits the spin button. Both are watching it eagerly, Katie hoping it won’t be too bad, Trevor wishing that it would because he’s not sure how much longer he can hold on. It lands on ‘have someone push your bladder 10 times.’ Katie groans and turns to face Trevor. He gets up carefully, making sure not to leak, and pushes hard on her bladder. “One.” Katie clenches her bladder muscles. He pushes again. “Two.” She clenches even harder as a wave of desperation hits her and a few spurts escape, there is now a small wet spot on her denim shorts. Eight pushes later, she doubles over and holds her crotch tightly, crossing her legs. “You ok?” Trevor asks. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Katie replies through clenched teeth. “Your turn.” Trevor spins the wheel. After an agonizing 10 seconds, it lands on ‘drink another water.’ “aaaargh,” Trevor groans as he gets another bottle from the kitchen. He drinks this one much slower than the first, but manages to finish it. A few seconds later he also doubles over, grabbing his crotch tightly as the water kicks in. “y-your turn.” Katie spins the wheel as Trevor straightens up, although still holding his crotch tightly. It lands on ‘do 5 push-ups.’ Katie reluctantly gets down on the ground, and does her first push up. She almost lets a spurt out but manages to keep under control. On the second one, a small leak dampens her underwear, but the spot on her shorts doesn’t get any bigger. Katie tightens her muscles and prepares for the third one. However, she involuntarily lets out a second long spurt, and has to stop to hold her crotch. Trevor makes an attempt at sabotage. “How about you give up, Katie, just let it all out… imagine how good that would feel..” Katie blushes. “T-that’s cheating! I can do 10 push-ups! Just watch.” And sure enough, she does. On the last one, though, she gasps as she leaks, a long spurt soaking her underwear and a little on her shorts. She manages to get up, but holds tightly to her crotch and crosses her legs. “Ok, I’m under control. You go.” Trevor spins. It lands on ‘have someone push your bladder 10 times.’ “Urrg. Ok, let’s go. I’m ready,” He says, straightening up, clenching his legs together, and holding his crotch. Katie giggles and starts pushing. On the fourth or fifth push, Trevor lets out two long squirts. He clenches his muscles and grits his teeth, but they escape anyway. Katie can now see a little wet spot on his jeans and feels a little turned on. “Too much for you?” She asks. “N-no! Keep going. I’m under control.” She pushes again and sees him grab his crotch tighter, but no leaks this time. None that she can see, anyway. On the tenth push Trevor bends over and crosses his legs, another long spurt squeezing through the barrier of his hands. The wet spot has gotten bigger. He clenches harder and gets himself under control. Katie looks at him, holding herself as well. “I don’t think either of us can do another round. Time for the final challenge!” Trevor and Katie are facing each other on the rug, bladders bulging, legs spread apart, arms by their sides. They both have towels underneath them. Trevor is trembling, trying to hold it all in. Katie looks a little better but ready to let go herself. Suddenly, Katie sees Trevor yelp and squeeze his legs together a little. A big spurt escapes him and the wet patch on his pants gets bigger. Seeing him makes Katie lose control herself. A huge wet spot appears on her shorts, and some pee runs down her legs. She doesn’t think she’ll make it, But suddenly she sees Trevor gasp. He crosses his legs and holds his crotch, but to no avail. Pee starts squeezing out, then it turns into a heavy stream. He tries everything to stop it, but his bladder muscles can’t take it anymore. It runs down his jeans, spurts out between his fingers, and forms a puddle on the floor. He can’t help but sigh with relief. Katie is mesmerized, watching him, but suddenly is aware of the warm wetness pooling at her feet. She lets it go, loving the sound it makes as it streams out. When they are both finished peeing, Katie goes over to Trevor. “Impressive effort, but I think I won.” She notices him staring at her. “What?” Trevor blushes “Nothing, You just look really hot.” She blushes too and grins, running her hand over his wet pants. “Let’s finish this in the bedroom……” The End! Hope you like it, it’s my first omo fic. I take requests, and I might do a choose your own some day. Thanks for reading! (also, tell me if there's anything weird that I should fix or something)
  16. I loved the position I was in on my last post, so I did that again! and this video has sound in it now, yay! Story behind this is just the usual, drank a lot of water and was trying to hold in what I could once I got in the tub. But it felt so good to let go! I apologize though for the bathroom white noise in my videos, it’s just a fan I turn on to prevent me from being caught due to any noise 😊 I hope you guys are enjoying like I’ve been, I’m hooked to this it seems 😅☺️ IMG_7232.mov
  17. so this was from earlier, maybe 5 hours ago? not sure, hehe but I hope it’s enjoyed! I certainly enjoyed. I had at-least 1,200 mL of water, and 500 mL of that was sparkling water. I really had to go and was pretty squirmy, so I figured I would go in the tub with this new position that I discovered I enjoy and see how long I could try to squeeze it in. I didn’t last obviously lol I had to be quiet as there was company over, and too much background noise so the video was muted and has no sound. Sorry about that! Next ones should have sound 😊 IMG_7207.mov
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