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  1. A battle for omo! Hello, we will begin with context. This is a world with few that have the abilty urinate. And those who can is a prime target for research, They will take by force is necassary. The ones who can pee, is hard life. With rarely any sort of toilet in sight they find this embarrasing as usually, they have to find a public place to relive them infront of many passer byers. Making it all the more embarrasing. While this is common for them, none have expeirended true desperation and (somehow) no accidents. This is because all who can pee. Have bladders that are normal , Literal iron bladder or small but powerful holding one. Also, omorashi....DIDNT EXIST. its only from the mishaps from our hero . That they will do something no person could of want to do Their are gangs, with people who can pee and decide and rule over areas. But i will tell when necassry. NOW YOUR HERO DESIGNER 2000 max stats are capped at 20 bladder normal: 10 holding and 10 size bladder of iron: 5 holding and 15 size mini but mighty: 15 holding and 5 size positive traits: (pick 2) Prepared: You start with +2 toilet paper and + pair of white panties. +intelligence ++caution Courage: You dont care where you pee just as long as it goes and has some form of privacy. ++confidence +speed -caution +defence Sporty: You are usually faster and stronger than the rest. ++speed +strength +defence ++overconfidence Nerd: You seem to be smarter than most. +++ inteligence +privacy needed Shy: You don't like having to pee, so you hold it slightly longer than some.+size +holding ++introvert Negative traits:(pick 2) Forgetful: You seem to lose forget things more easily even when to wipe. --intelligence -confidence Distracted:you seem in world of your own.-focus +leak chance -intelligence Brute: you may seem way stronger, but you are not a smart person. +++stength ---intellgence +defence Asap: you try to empty your bladder even when it is 95% empty. You havent trained to hold much. ++pee speed -holding and size Bullied. Everyone seems to hurt you more. +random encounters --defence +easlly embarrased And fianally Starting undergarments Plain white: just the average Tight panties: you love these panties although you outgrew them! +++bladder filling speed +++confidence Girly: pink panties with a cute pattern. You like them but you dont like others seeing as you find them embarrising to looked at by anyone who is not you. +confidence +++ embarrasment when seen +holding boyshorts: A let down for peekers although they are boring and uncomfortable. --embaressment when seen -confidence -speed Thong: pretty nice to wear while being loose fitting and comfortable, despite how little pee it can hide. +confidence +speed ---pee hidden +size General looks, clothing and age are up to you. I will stat the clothing after you haved picked. You are the only hope to show the world omo Pick well... all stats start on 10, the amount of + or - will decide how much is added or reduced to that stat. Some stats will be subclassed eg focus confidence and embarraesment
  2. Chapter 1 Scott could hardly contain his giddiness as he turned his steering wheel to make a left at the intersection. After several weeks of careful planning, scheming, checking, and rechecking, he finally had a free weekend for himself. He had spent those weeks ordering discrete packages filled with supplies of a particular nature and tinkering in his garage on a device that he hoped would be able to fulfill his wildest fantasies. He could feel his heart pound in his chest as he put his blinker on and changed lanes, wanting to get home as soon as legally possible. Scott had had a great week at work, his boss had been admiring the white leopard's progress for a while now. He had recently designed a filing system that, according to his calculations, had increased the company’s data storage system by a whole 12.4%. The subsequent increase in efficiency had also increased his paycheck to a much sizable amount, which he had recently been putting to good use. Scott was a brilliant engineer and computer programmer, his passion for creation had brought him to work for Sky-TEC industries, a company that specializes in creating computers whose processing power and ability to complete tasks in incredibly low amounts of time had brought them up to one of the best technology companies in the world. But as brilliant as this company was, Scott was just a little bit more brilliant. Scott had quite unmistakably come into contact with a piece of technology that was top secret and incredibly powerful. Many would use it for great evil, while some might use it to achieve near indestructibility. Scott however, wasn't particularly interested in any of those things. Scott had some very private tendencies that he had never shared with anyone since he was a child. Specifically, he loved indulging in infantile fantasies, imagining himself just like a little kid again. From feeling the warmth of a freshly soaked diaper, to the pleasurable struggle of being put in bondage whilst wearing a soiled diaper, unable to do anything about his current predicament, to the wonderful childlike freedom of just wearing a diaper and t-shirt whilst watching children's shows on TV. Scott had spent a good amount of time imagining exactly what he'd love to do to or by himself if he had the time and resources to fulfill his fantasies. Fantasies that he hoped would be fulfilled very soon. Scott pulled into the driveway of his comfortable little home. It wasn't anything special, he had little furnishings to decorate it with, but it had what he liked to consider an "aesthetical amount of space". He turned off the engine, grabbed his shoulder bag, and exited the car, walking into his garage. He flicked on the lights, and as the light bulbs blinked awake the device that he'd spent months on putting together sat on his workshop table. To put it bluntly, Scott had been programming a device that would essentially stop time itself. Through a combination of biotechnology, an improbability-engine, and a calculator that essentially worked on the whimsical nature of the polarity of electrons whirling around in titanium atoms in the contraption, the device was able to access the particular genetic code of the user and ignore all cells with the sequence, then continue to all other organic matter and inorganic matter and "freeze them in place". Scott didn't fully understand it, but he knew how to put the parts together and calibrate the machine. One might think that experimenting with such a device would be incredibly risky, but Scott had that figured out as well. He had coded in a fail-safe into the device. If a large amount of cells of the individual who had activated the device began to shut down at a rapid enough pace indicating possible death, it would essentially reverse the freezing process restoring reality to normal. Scott picked up the device with baited breath. It didn't look like anything special, like a TV remote except with fewer buttons and what looked like more volume controls. He connected his phone to the remote and fed it information about the current time, position of earth relative to the sun, and relative temperatures around the world. He hoped that the device would be able to send out the proper frequency into the molecules around it, setting off the time freezing reaction properly. He knew that if it failed, it may fail spectacularly, possibly even harming him despite the fail safe. A green light on the device shone, indicating that it was ready to be activated. He closed his eyes, pressed his eyes shut, and pushed a large red button with his finger. A loud rushing sound echoed through his ears, he fell backwards sputtering and coughing, he felt as if everything in a single part of his body was getting lightly tickled with electricity, he yelled in alarm, but before he could yell for more than a second it all stopped. Scott looked around. Everything looked. . . normal. He went over to the garage switch and pressed it, a whirring sound came from the door as it opened. He padded outside and his jaw dropped. Birds hung eerily in the air, much like bricks don't. Leaves stood stalk still, frozen as a gust of wind was blowing through it. Scott fanned himself with a paw experimentally, looking at it as he felt the air particles against his whiskers and fur. He had done it. He had created a device that stopped time. It stopped time for everything and everyone! Everyone, except him. Scott hooted and hollered! He started running down the street, passing cars with passengers in them halfway through a sip of coffee, forming a word as they talked on the phones, or smiling jaws and maws agape as they sang to their favorite car songs. Scotts saw planes and clouds, unmoving in the sky, felt the warmth of the sun on his fur as it peeked behind a cloud, permanently, until adjusted by the remote of course. Scott stopped running in the middle of an intersection and turned around and around, taking in the view. He laughed, joyous that he had achieved something that most thought was only possible in sci-fi movies and fantasy novels. Suddenly, he remembered why he had gone so ridiculously out of his way with his invention. He turned tail sprinted back to his house and got quickly inside, closing his door, not bothering to lock it. Who would try bothering him now if every ‘who’ was frozen in time? He walked inside his sparsely furnished living room and opened one of the brown boxes he had sitting there. A fresh waft of baby powder and ointment met his feline nostrils as he admired the contents of the box. Within it lay several large, fluffy adult diapers, each themed with little cartoons of various baby animals wearing diapers. Some looked sleepy, others laughed in joy, while still others were too busy with a toy to do anything else. Scott shuddered with excitement and let out a shaky sigh. Finally, I can unwind like I've always wanted to. He thought, as his tail twitched in anticipation. He looked at the other boxes, knowing that what they contained would only increase the amount of fun he was about to have. He grinned, and speaking aloud to no one said, “It’s going to be a good weekend."
  3. So I’ve never really posted about my experiences on here before, but I had some fun the other night and thought it might be cool to share. A little background about me, I am a gay male, tall and thin build, and boxer briefs are my favorite undies to wet. This experience took place recently, I had gotten home from the pool and really needed to pee. I stripped off my undies and swim trunks to change into fresh boxers and some shorts. I was at a 9/10 when I slipped on my white Calvin Klein boxer briefs and some white cotton shorts. The bathroom was occupied at the time, so I simply had to wait before I could go. It was exciting to me to have to pee so bad while putting on clean, white clothes. I thought I might leak, and I was holding myself through my shorts. The bathroom eventually opened up, and I made it in time. But holding had given me the idea to have some fun later on in the night. A few hours later, I had gone out for drinks with some friends and was driving home for the night. (I drive responsibly :)) I didn’t realize until I had pulled in my driveway just how bad I needed to pee. As soon as I stood up from the car, I could feel a huge amount of pressure in my bladder. I immediately had to grab myself to keep from leaking, but the warm air and my residual buzz felt so good. I let go of my crotch and slowly started to leak. It started with a few spurts into my boxers, and the wetness felt so good filling the crotch of my boxer briefs. It slowly started to run down the legs of my underwear down my thighs and calves. I changed the positions I was standing in to wet as much of my shorts as possible. Finally, I sat down on the ground and let myself go completely. It was exhilarating to wet so freely, and my shorts hardly showed a difference. I loved how they clung to my body, and my wet boxers felt so good on underneath. Once I was finished, I went inside and enjoyed the state of my clothes. Doing this wetting definitely made me want to do more soon!
  4. There she was. She floated like a goddess, she had the powers of one too. Uncontainable in every way possible, yet she folded so perfectly in Lena Luthor's hand. And just as instructed, Supergirl was hovering over Lena's office balcony as per the text Lena sent not less than five, maybe six minutes ago. "Lena?" Kara asked sharply, clearly pretending that this was an inconvenience. Lena looked over her shoulder, as if to say she didn't hear Kara arrive. She stood up from her desk, her long charcoal dress hanging just a few inches under her knees, but was tight enough to show every bit of curvature the Luthor had to offer. Seeing Lena's tight dress changed Kara's expression from one of impatience to one of need. "Is it true, Kara?" Lena toyed with her a little, motioning Kara inside the office as she turned away from her. Unsure of what she meant, Kara landed gracefully, her cape wrapped around her legs a little. "Is what true, Lena?" The Kryptonian inquired, almost scared. Lena faced Kara again, they stood maybe six feet apart now. "Is it true that you belong to me?" Lena said sternly, closing the gap to maybe three feet. Kara's bottom lip dropped for a second as she thought about this. "Did you call me from the other side of the city just to ask me that?" Kara asked, trying to sound confident. The gap closed further. Inches apart now. Lena raised her right hand to meet Kara's cheek, and the Kryptonian immediately lowered her head in Lena's hand. "You know why I wanted you here, Kara," Lena said softly. Kara inched back for a second, stammering over her words. "Lena, I should really - " Kara began, but Lena quickly silenced her with a finger to her lips. This little action made Kara feel so fucking weak, but she loved it. Lena followed up with resting the back of her hand on Kara's shoulder. Kara had done this enough to know what it meant. She slowly got down on her knees in front of Lena. The Luthor brushed messy blonde hair from the Kryptonian's face as she admired her. Kara looked down in defeat. "Do I need to say the words?" Lena inquired, the back of her hand still weighted on Kara's shoulder. Kara shook her head to indicate no. "I like saying them anyways," Lena teased. Kara looked up now, innocent eyes. Lena made eye contact with her. "But I'd like it even better if you said the words this time," Lena advised. Kara's bottom lip quivered. "Okay," Kara thought. "Mistress Luthor, I am your piss slut. I'm helpless without you," Kara said, weakly. Lena grew a mischievous smile. "What do you usually do after that?" Luthor checked, already knowing the answer. Kara looked up surprised, humiliation burnt in her expression. "I-I pee my pants," Kara muttered, but quickly followed up, "But we agreed not in the suit!" Lena took a moment on this, "You agreed not in the suit, but either way, we both know it's machine washable," Lena smiled. "I wouldn't make you hold it all day while fighting crime to let you use the bathroom, would I?" Lena reminded Kara of her all day holding event. Kara couldn't compete with the weight of Lena's hand, her words or how stunning this woman was. Without hesitation, the blue fabric of Kara's Supergirl pantsuit began to soak almost black, her defeat expanding outwards than downwards across her thighs until the warmth pooled around her knees. Kara's breathing heightened, but everything in her body tensed as nearly fifteen hours of piss poured out of her bladder into her suit. Kara looked up from her mess to Lena, who quickly offered Kara her hand to help her on her feet. "Should I expect you at my apartment tonight?" Lena said, devious. "Y-Yeah," Kara offered the shy response. Before the conversation could continue, Kara's enhanced hearing picked up some nearby screaming. "I-I have to go, there's -" Kara started again, "No, go, the world needs Kara Danvers - even if she can't keep her pants dry," Lena interrupted, watching the redness spread on Kara's cheeks before she flew away so quick it was almost as if she teleported. A LIL SOMETHIN I MADE UP COMPLETELY ON THE FLY! There's like so many comic book characters I want to dive back into writing about now. I might do a Jessica Jones training Kate Bishop thing, but the age difference makes it a little weird, and that's a comic book deep cut. Also considering more Black Widow & Scarlet Witch stories, because Nat and Wanda totally fight for dominance. The Harcourt character from Peacemaker might be a good one too. Give me some suggestions in the comments!
  5. As for me I leak mostly in toilet near the lavatory pan.. When I'm undressing my pants or skirt with pantihose and panties I start to pee.. Because I have overactive bladder and urgent incontinence.. The most difficult to hold is on last seconds before peeing, isn't it?
  6. ————————————————————— it’s been a while since I posted a fictional story. Actually, I started many during this hiatus, but ended up deleting many of them because I’d lose motivation. So, I took a break. Seems I needed it as this story is a whopping 9-10 pages long, according to Microsoft Word. I didn’t want to create chapters, so you all can simply read the whole thing in one go without having to wait for each chapter. Once again, as in a previous story of mine, “she” is unnamed so that whoever you are, if you so desired, can call her whomever you’d like: a crush, a girlfriend, a wife, whoever; I leave her identity at my readers’ discretion. Any edit history will be with respect to typos I find as I re-read my work in this post. It’s long, so typos are inevitable. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed detailing it. ’Til next time.. ————————————————————— Driving Disaster Although she had stopped at the rest-stop and gone in for some beverages, her anxiety with using public restrooms prevented her from going. Her bladder reminded her that the toilet is only a door away, but she refused as her anxiety flared in her chest. She purchased the beverages and as she approached the exit, her bladder whispered into her mind: “last chance, turn around..” But she ignored it, walking through the sliding doors; and whilst she walked to and approached her car, she can hear her bladder yelp into her mind: “No! No!, please go back! You have a chance!” And once again, she shook her head, refusing to acknowledge her opportunity. Her anxiety just told her to wait it out. After all, she just had to wait another fifty miles or so, then she’d reach the motel she planned to stay in for the night; then she can go pee. However, now that she was back on the road, her urging bladder slowly began creeping out of her belly, building until sufficient tingle remained constant in her lower abdomen. She clenched her sphincter muscles in response, but it didn’t go away as fast as prior to her break at the rest-stop. Her mind began to second-guess her anxiety, after noticing it took longer for her clenching to make the tingles go away: “perhaps a public restroom isn’t so bad?” But as soon as the question rang in her mind, just as fast sprung her anxiety about even considering the opportunity and picturing herself doing so. And though her mind reassured her, and gave her some confidence that she could make it, the extent of her distended bloated belly: — considering that she was wearing a flow-y red floral dress, was yet noticeably jutting out — “maybe it was just the way I’m sitting”, she reflected when noticing her large stomach. Suddenly while thinking — thinking she could perhaps make it — her bladder urge arrives faster, no longer gradually creeping its way, and contracts, sending strong tingles urging her to open her sphincter downwards into her perineum. “Ooooff..”, she mouths, then purses her lips. She squints her eyes, not outright squeezing them shut — since she knows wouldn’t be able to see the road had she fully closed them — and bites her incisors down on her bottom lips. Her head lightly twitches, tilting to the left when the tingles in her perineum grow upwards and sit at on top of her pubic bone. “Ahhh..”, her mind winces as growing tingles agitate, ringing her awareness like cellphone that won’t let up. Careful not to have it affect her driving foot, she presses her milk-tea thighs together, shoving her dress in between the middle inseams thereof with her left hand, all but her thumb, which, though insignificant, caresses her right thigh over the dress. She wrinkles her eyebrows and tells herself to focus on the road, while her pressing thighs squeeze its tension into her and against the constant wave yearning to overcome the flood walls. The tingles grow further upwards and sit just above her pubic bone: her lower abdomen muscles briefly twitch beneath. She responsively clenches harder as a burning sensation overwhelms her and keeps like so for thirty seconds, until finally she feels it start to subside, slowly retreating away into the depths of her swollen belly. Although she hides her bladder away, it irritation bloats her belly with pressure. She covers another five miles before her bladder comes knocking again, this time more prepared to defeat her hold. She felt her innards expand beneath that full belly. Though her thighs were already together, and only lightly pressed — having relaxed them thus far, after the prior hold — she resumed their prior tension, but her contracting bladder only shot more tingles into her perineum; so she responded with tighter squeezing, but with no avail: her tingling only growing stronger and crawling back up the front of her, forcing her pelvic lips to shrink inwards as she instinctually clenches her muscles very tightly. “Oooo! Come on, come on, come on! Why won’t you just let uppp!”, arguing with her bladder while clenching her teeth. She so badly wants to bring her feet together and closer so that she may stomp them in place alternatively, but her right foot is too preoccupied with the gas pedal. Instead, her left foot starts to pace, side-to-side, while left knee jams tightly into the other one. She shoves her left hand back in between the middle of her thighs, all fingers in this time. Her palm facing her inner right thigh, it grasps onto its sensitive skin and squeezes. It feels moist, her inner thighs no doubt red as they remain together and sweating, her dress absorbing some of it. And though her foot continues to dance and her left arm pressing its hand into her right thigh, the burning beneath her perineum returns: her bladder is vehemently contracting its hot sloshing pee into her walls. She covers two miles in her unrelenting desperation, until the drop of sweat riding down her forehead and delaying in her right eyebrow notifies her just how desperate her situation is: she’s sweating though the air conditioner is running. She removes her left hand to caress her lower left thigh, but as quick as she does so just as quick the tingles get worse, so she shoves her hand back in, but this time against herself: all the way down to the perineum, and it’s a whole swamp though she clasps herself over her dress. Another rushing tingle smashes into her perineum, and she softly moans: “Mmmph..”, her breath immediately stifling thereafter. She bites her right corner lip and rubs her left inner knee against her right, debilitated by the gas pedal. And, still, that burning feeling persists. She starts circling herself, immediately bringing in waves of pleasure—“No, no!.. I don’t want this..”, her mind demands to shake free, and her denying head signals. She stops herself, but her mind is reminded by her bladder’s unwavering fight. So she resumes. She circles again, and upon friction her eyelids weaken and bottom lip retreats, pressing itself into her upper teeth. She knows she doesn’t want to, but knows she needs something, anything, to help her ignore her bladder. And successfully she suppressing her urge, though it’s still there, masked under the brush of pleasure. She softly moans through bitten bottoms lips, squeezing her upper inner thigh muscles together and smothering the hand in between doing its work; but suddenly and accidentally her right foot pleasurably twitches, pressing on the gas pedal and accelerating her car suddenly forwards. She eyes escape her weak eyelids, widening to full attention while kicking her distracting hand out her moist self and onto her steering wheel. Her right foot immediately going for the brake and slams on it, overreacting. She doesn’t come to a stop, only significantly slowing herself down, but sufficient enough to throw her forward and accidentally squeezes a weak light-yellow spurt out from her raging bladder, soaking her light-pink panties warm. She doesn’t even feel it happen with the adrenaline rushing through her arteries. Only after coming back to her senses does she encompass a slightly cool clinging substance pressing in between her upper inner thighs. Her jaw flings open before a loud gasp blurts out, shocked she got herself so distracted to do this to herself. She quickly glances below, finding the red of her tucked dress against her soaked lips now dark red, having peed through her panties and into her red dress. “Fuck.. not the dress..”, her face wrinkles and inner voice disappointingly remarks. She quickly lifts the end of the dress settled halfway down her thighs up to her lower abdomen, untucking the wet spot out from between her wet lips, partially revealing them soaked through the translucent wetness of her now dark-pink panties. Dark-pink across the entire width and a nigh-dismissible circular dark patch hiding below her perineum and beneath her nigh-touching upper inner thighs: her pee got into the fabric of her dress below her pelvis. “Ahh, fuck, no! I so got it onto the seat!”, she scolds herself aloud. She slides her left hand between her wet upper inner thighs until the tips of her fingers touch the dress trapped between her butt and the seat, confirming she’s indeed wet the dress below her. “Ugh, nooo..”, her head shakes. One would think a light release would alleviate the pressure in her belly yet all this time she’s kept herself clenched whilst investigating her predicament, holding against an even more furious bladder, spoiled by its brief squirt of ecstasy and whining for more. “Ooo, come on, what is wrong with you..?”, she berates her swollen belly, her lifted dress revealing just how bloated she is and how red her skin has become. Her face winces and shrinks, eyes squinting and nose wrinkling with pursed lips as her spoiled bladder slams a wall of tingles into her sphincter, feeling her perineum burning with a vehement burning: it’s as though a kindling has been ignited between her upper inner thighs. And though the momentum of her hot flow burns into her sphincter, as if pressing a cigarette into her arm, a sensation having spread and now covering the whole front of her quivering lips, her soaked clinging panties have grown cold from the air conditioner running in her car. There’s nothing more enticing for release than a crotch burning to pee whilst covered in its cold remnants. Her lower belly, just above her pubic bone, begins to twitch micro-contractions again, a result of holding back her burning sphincter for a prolonged amount of time. They flutter out therefrom, converting into goosebumps that rumble like rolling stones against her skin. Prickling up her bloated belly and waist, up her breasts — wrinkling her nipples — and a portion diverging under her arms to the small of her back, finally converging back with the front at her trapezius muscles: her shoulders consequently shivering violently and the hairs on the back of her head standing up. Involuntarily, her head jerks and stoops forwards; she softly moans again, then shakes her head with annoyance, thinking she must look like she’s some possessed freak, contorting in her car. She slams her left leg back into her right, and casts its shin underneath her right calf muscle. She begins to swing it from beneath and out, over and over: every time her left shin is back underneath, she delays her leg there and twists her left foot over her right ankle, squeezing her twizzlered left leg tightly around her right, especially around her right thigh, trying warm her cold crotch with squeezing tension. She repeats this twizzler-ing process enough to slightly warming her cold self. And simultaneously, she compels her bursting bladder into obscurity, though its tingling only partially ringing into her awareness. She covers another twenty miles, committing to her twizzlered procedure another five more times during her commute. However, just short of the twenty-mile mark, she finally gains some peace of mind, relaxing, though keeping her thighs together, when no tingles emanated out from her belly, only feeling the pressure of her bloat. It was when she had covered just over twenty miles that her peace of mind was so short-lived: when a very sharp pang of pain radiated out of her right waist, she responsively throws her shoulders back and arches her back like a banana thinking a stretch would make it go away, but she only had made it worse. Upon arching her back, she inversely stretched out her bloat belly, sending a strong flowing urge swiftly into her crotch. She instinctively hunches forward as soon as she feels a few drops slip passed her sphincter and into her urethra. “Haaaa, no! No!.. fuckkk..”, as her leaking drops glide down her urethra, whilst her cut stream lags behind her clenched sphincter, and oozes out of her opening: they spread a short blanket of warmth into her cold-soaked panties, and the slight warmth spilling onto her cold skin shivers her whole body with heated pleasure. It’s like snuggling by a heater after having finished shoveling snow. Her mind soothed by the warmth ridding her crotch of its soaked coldness, but she is quickly thrusted back into the reality of her burning sphincter, to which her mind subconsciously dictates: “Just let go.” She bites her bottom lips just thinking about another spurt of hotness filling the coldness between her thighs, but shakes her head in refusal as she can’t release onto her seat, and especially not in her car, at least not any more. Yet, again, her subconscious prods into her awareness. “Just a little..?” She briefly squeezes her eyes shut while shaking her head again in refusal. “NO! No!..”, she refuses aloud to herself. And yet the downward flow of tingles only increases, reinforcing her subconscious urge. Her eyes begin to lightly water in its outer corners, blurring her vision whilst driving. She wipes her tingle-induced tears, but her eyes only burn upon being wiped and release more, not realizing her left hand had earlier touched her soaked self. Another wave of combined tingles rush down into her cold crotch, whilst her thighs begin to quiver with cold-inducing goosebumps. She begins scooting herself to the front of her seat and then back, allowing her to shift and rub her inner thighs against each other, though at the expense of her waist slightly twisting and irritating her yearning bladder. “Arrgh! Haa, Hoo, ooh! Come on, come on, just twenty more miles, just twenty more to go..”, she groans and exhales with every utterance. She looks as though she’s dancing in her seat with her shifting, getting closer to the steering wheel, then further, then closer, and so forth. But suddenly a massive urge smashes into her crotch, forcing her to freeze and stop shifting, needing to focus all her attention on tightly clenching herself still. She holds still, but her belly expands more. She clenches her pelvis muscles tighter, yet the burning only increases. With all her might, she presses her thighs so tightly together whilst clenching her sphincter her stillness ever so slightly fidgets from sheer rigidity. And though she holds herself in place like so, she can’t help but lose control over her breathing, gradually hyperventilating as she feels a few drops begin to leak passed her rigid self: “No!.. No!.. Come on!.. ooooOOOOH!.. mmmmMMMM!..”, she moans exasperatedly. Her mouth opens wide as if she’s silently orgasming whilst her warm drops seep down her urethra and spill its warmth over her cold skin, massaging her subconscious. Then another few burning drops seep past her clenched sphincter, though she’s frozen still as a block of ice. Her fidgeting turns into shaking, her muscles losing their constant-clenching strength, as though fatigued and shaking whilst doing one last weight-lifting pump. Her drops glide down her urethra and once again spill out of her opening, warming her cool skin. Her subconscious beckons: “You’re on your last legs.. just give in to this soothing warmth..” She shakes her head in denial, refusing to acknowledge she might just explode right in her seat for a minute of steamy hotness encroaching her cold lips. Her bladder having leaked twice, pushes full throttle, and, instead of drops, a trickle presses through from between the seams, her sphincter weakened by the part of her wanting to indulge her subconscious. “Haaw!..”, she orgasmically moans as hotness tantalizingly fingers it petrissage into her cold lips. “Mmmm..”, she suppresses the rest of her moan as she bites onto her bottom lips, whilst her yellow warmth flood the crevice between her outer lips and inner thighs. Her body shakes violently whilst this brush of warmth fills her cool panties. She accidentally floors her right foot onto the gas pedal as her body is tantalized with heated pleasure, which its accelerated jerk snapping her mind out of its hypnosis: she tries her best to clench harder. Consequently, her hyperventilation resumes as she fully acknowledges just how wet her upper inner thighs feel whilst her semi-loose-though-clenched, burning sphincter holds back the trickle. “Haa, Haa.. mmMM! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!..”, she exasperatedly belches as her bladder responsively strongly contracts back into her hold. Her pelvic lips, though shrunk inwards because of her clenched sphincter, once again involuntarily expand without her permission, causing her eyes to fill with tears of pleasurable release and her throat orgasmically expand, belching out a load moan of relief: “Haawyyeaaarrggh—MMMmmmm!!”, cutting her yelp once again behind bitten lips, letting the rest of it out as exhalation through her nose. Her hot flow harshly breaks through her weakened self, its yellow waters burning against her urethra walls and hissingly gushes into her dark-pink panties. It shines with exquisite light-yellow glow, exposing her red lips from sheer wetting-induced translucence, shifting the dark-pink spread-front upwards in a semi-circle fashion over her pubic bone and towards its panty waistline. Meanwhile, light-yellow pools between her panty-covered lips and pressed upper inner thighs, trickling down the makeshift milk-tea-colored channel in between her thighs, moderately streaming down the channel and spilling out from between her inner knees, spattering audibly onto the rubber carpet mat between her calves — a few drops trickle down her left calf, down the inner side of her shin and ankle, but suspend there — while her spattering yellow on the mat splatters its drops onto the insides of her shins. “Haa, Haa, fuck! Damn it! How can this be happening?!”, she yells at herself aloud, in disbelief that despite clenching as tight as she could her body just ignored all her effort. After splattering onto her shins, she finds wherewithal to cut her forced stream, hurting her urethra and sphincter as it burns. Her bladder having released for the first time a considerable amount, though still nothing compared to what remains in her belly, is satisfied for now, her stream-cutting clench capable of pulling back her urge, though is retreats with resistance. Seeing as she’s lost control twice, she floors it, becoming incredibly worried that she might empty herself with short bursts before she gets to her motel. She covers another ten miles without a peep of strong tingles, though receiving them nevertheless but weaker since her double release satiated her bladder. While covering this distance she gets a good idea of just how much she released: though her thighs were clenched enough to channel her warmth down its inner skin, half of her stream seeped down her soaked panties into her perineum and butthole, and pooled in those crevices, eventually passing through her dress and absorbing into the car seat below her. Having just passed ten miles, with thirteen remaining, another weak tingle creeps out from the depths of her belly. Before, it was her cold lips that yearned for reheating warmth, but now it was her inner thighs and perineum, though the latter was less cold than the former by virtue of her squeezed, folded crotch keep her body heat insulated therein. The weak tingle begins grow, this time, into stronger tingles, her bladder becoming hunger once again for release, beneath her belly and soon enough her thighs begin jiggling again. She swings her leg thigh vehemently back and forth, and so badly wants to move her right leg but can’t. Every time her left thigh swings wide open, a rush of cool air replaces the escaping warm air leaving her crotch and inner thighs. When she swings herself shut, the coldness of her inner left thigh presses into her right leg. She shivers again as the cold extracts goosebumps out of her skin It seems no matter what maneuver she tried, something was enticing her bladder to piss out its warming goodness. She slides her left hand across the front of her cool soaked panties, clasping herself tightly and pressing into her clenched self whilst continuing her swinging: at least she can keep some of her warmth tucked beneath her hand. As the tingles grow stronger, sure enough the burning returns, but this time her sphincter hasn’t got the energy to continuously hold her bladder back, and her subconscious exhausted much of its patience. It doesn’t take much time, clenched or unclenches, until a few drops begin to slip past her once again, oozing out of her urethra and spilling out onto her skin: it’s warmth spreading across herself and into the palm of her left hand in very brief pulses. Consequently, she starts swinging her left thigh harder, loudly smacking her jiggling left thigh into her right and turning her skin tender and red thereby, but more drops continue softly pulsate out of her and brief intervals of warmth spreading across her skin and the palm of her hand. And though she tinkles tiny drops, each time she holds them back to mere drops, her bladder invigorates with pressure. She tries to clench harder, but her sphincter refuses to tighten any further; and so as the pressure in her belly began to build up considerably and she occasionally releasing drops, she inevitably began to let out dribbling trickles instead of drops. “Haa!.. Haa!.. Haa!.. Hooo-ho-ho-ho, no, no, No, No, NO!..”, she began exhaling as the pressure reached a threshold, then started uncontrollably trickling without be able to effectively cut herself off. Her darkened pink panties fully soaked to waistline, her wet front having travelled over time, begins to twinkle grain-like glistening as her weak trickling slowly starts to shine through her panties, whose warmth-covered lips quiver as her weak sphincter muscles twitch with fatigue. Her bladder thoroughly entice, begins to fully contract, and her trickling grows strong without her permission. Her panties shine and lips become visible via translucence whilst her upper inner thighs flood with warmth. “Oooo! NO, NO, NO! WHY WON’T IT STOPPP!”, she yells to herself. She abruptly pulls over onto the side of the road, and bolts out of her driver’s side door. As she attempts stand up, she hunches forward and strongly hisses into her trickle-flooded panties and dress as she stumbles to feet outside her car. She has no wherewithal to clench herself as she’s standing, continuing to hiss into her panties, which are so fucking soaked a stream remains strong through the fabric, sloshing out her hot piss whilst her jiggling, narrowed-trickling-stream-covered inner thighs audible smack together, releasing that distinct sound of burbling squelches as flow is displaced by meeting skin. Her full-streaming self covers her knee-high red dress with streaks and splotches of dark red — not to mention the glaringly-glistening large jaggedly-circular splotch on the rear of her dress after continuously trickling into her car seat — soaking her dress, and leaking rapid messy drops of piss out and about from its end as she paces around her car to the other side, so that she could squat. Whilst she pace around the trunk of her car, her opening jiggling thighs allowed her stream to hiss without upper-inseam restriction, hosing out a direct strong stream of light-yellow perfectly out from between her thighs and loudly smack and patter the light-grey asphalt between her feet, splatter her piss onto the latter and onto the insides of her ankles and shins. This happens once more before she lifts her dress and squats. She bends down, totally out of breath and without an ounce of shame, lifts her dress and keeps it in place with one hand while pulling her totally-soaked panties with the other left hand to left and into her inner left thigh, pissing her strong stream into the fingers of her left hand as it pulls away the fabric. She loudly groans and exhales as her strong stream considerably strengthens when she fully relaxes, light-yellow flying far into the sandy dust at the side of road, loudly pattering into it. Her opening audibly hissing its high-pitch music as it vibrates out of her inner piss-soaked lips. Her piss rushes out, expanding out vertically from between her inner thighs. Eventually, her hissy gush dulls as her stream weakens, drawing a dark-grey line in the ground towards her as she nearly empties her bladder, until her lips weakly flow its light-yellow like a drinking water fountain that dribbles onto its own spout, her warm trickles finally lacking forward momentum and dribbling down her perineum and into her butthole, weakly trickling out therefrom and off her the bottom of her butt cheeks, forming a small of dark-grey asphalt beneath her pelvis. “A-A—Ahhhh!.. mmmm..”, her sigh of emptied relief stutters, then bitten bottoms lips beckon out from her nose. “Fuck. The car!..? How am I gonna drive the car now?!?!”, her mind alarmed, but so relieved of pressure is unable to determine a solution. She eventually drives her seat-soaked car to her motel, and changes in her car into something else more presentable; finally getting to her room, in which the first order of business was a hot shower. “Oh, wait, about am I going to do about the car?”, she remembers under the rain of the shower-head. “Ugh, tomorrow.. I’ll worry about it tomorrow..”, she too tired to bother..
  7. Yesterday was my day off from work so i decided to have some fun i woke up and went on with my standard morning routine but instead of having a single cup of coffee i drank 4 and got ready to ride my bike to hiking trail. I drank almost a liter of water and wore my yoga dark grey yoga pants. I bring 2 liters of water with me in my backpack. The trail was about 6 kilometres away and i already felt needing to pee halfway there thanks to my small bladder mean while i drank another liter and now i could really feel the need. As i rode my bike it really became pretty much impossible soon after that i felt the first leak even though i was trying my best to hold it. After that leaks were impossible to stop i leaked and leaked my butt was soaked and i felt the leaks coming with every time i move my legs. After it felt like i was done leaking i let go of my bladder it was so relieving! I rode back to my house with stares of strangers but it felt so good that i didnt even cared. It was an amazing experience that i will try sometime again !
  8. Trying to fill up on some fluids so I can finally have an accident before the sun comes up lol. About 2 and a half hours until that happens
  9. Addison, a beautiful brunette with long and curly hair, was having a normal work day. She got up, took care of her morning routine, then she got dressed, putting on her black work t-shirt and her new, form-fitting, khaki, semi-formal pants. Before leaving for her double, she made sure to fill her 32 oz water bottle all the way. Her first shift went by fine, it was really slow and the tables she was serving were low maintenance and nice enough. By the time she got back to work from break, she had refilled her water bottle 2 times. She was fine for the first 30 minutes of her shift, it was really busy and she didn’t even think about the slight discomfort growing in her bladder. Eventually, Addison’s need to pee became impossible to ignore, unfortunately, it was too busy for her to get the opportunity to go. it was like every time she got caught up on orders and all her tables were good, another table was seated in her section. She would’ve told the hostess that she needed her to slow down on seating her but when she went up,, the hostess was doing a pee dance behind the podium as customers kept on coming in, so Addison said nothing. As time went by, Addison was doing everything she could to not look desperate in front of her customers, however every drink she filled made her bladder hurt. Finally the rush died down and she was able to breathe. She went up to the hostess, Millie, to tell her she was going to the restroom, but before she could say anything millie, who had her legs crossed and both hands holding her crotch through her khaki shorts blurted “watch this, I’m about to pee myself” and ran to the restroom, which was in clear view of the host stand. Addison stood up front, She had her legs crossed, and since no one could see, she had one hand between her legs to help her hold it. She looked over longingly in the direction of the restroom, hoping to see Millie coming back, but instead she saw Millie standing in front of the door to the ladies room waiting. Millie was crossing and uncrossing her legs, shifting her weight from foot too foot, and bobbing up and down, while holding herself. Addison, seeing her desperation, felt her own increase. She tried to distract herself, she began fiddling with a pen for a bit but then a wave of desperation hit and she bent double, legs crossed, and grabbed her crotch. The wave subsided and she stood up straight again, her bladder had a noticeable bulge. She looked towards the restrooms again just in time to see Millie freeze, put a hand over her mouth, and dart out the door. There were a few drops of liquid on the floor where Millie’d been standing and Addison realized Millie had at least leaked if not completely lost it. However, 5 minuets later, Millie walked back and said “Phew, I almost peed all over myself, whoever is in there is taking so long that I had to run out to the dumpster area and relieve myself there. Addison noticed the smallest patch of damp material on Millies crotch and the faint smell of pee caused another wave of desperation. “Well, I gotta go!” And hurried. Being rather bladder-shy, Addison wasn’t eager to go pee outside so she tried the restroom door just in case and found it locked, so she nocked and a voice from inside said “Occupied, sorry I’m a bit sick rn” -fuck- she thought. “Ok ma’m, but if you could hurry, I really need to use it” Addison said. There was no answer. Addison waited about 7 more minutes when another wave hit, by this point she was doing a similar pee dance to Millie and despite grabbing herself with both hands and crossing her legs as tight as possible while bent at the waist, she felt two spurts of pee escape and a small patch of her khakis dampen slightly. Just as Addison was about to run outside, the restroom door opened and the manager walked out but before anything could be said, Addison dashed in, locking the door behind her. She ran to the toilet, fumbled with her belt for a few painful seconds, her legs shaking, her bladder quivering. After finally getting her belt undone, she started undoing her button but had to stop to press a hand to her throbbing urethra. She went to unzip her pants, but suddenly, the zipper was stuck. “Oh noooo, not now” she whimpered to herself. Addison tugged again at the zipper, to no avail. She was standing, butt hovering over the toilet, ready to sit as soon as her clothes were out the way, but the zipper was not budging. Another wave hit and she moaned and crossed her legs, bent double, pants now tightly digging into her bladder. She leaked again, and the dark patch at her crotch spread, she regained control and decided to try pushing the pants down anyway but her curvy figure prevented that. then, back to back waves as all the water she drank started to spurt to of her throbbing urethra, she kept tying to stop it but to no avail, the leaks kept happening and eventually, she completely lost control. the wet patch spread across her backside and down her legs in thin lines that thickened. it was so much pee that it burst through her pants, gushing through her clothes and onto the floor. She felt a combination of ecstatic relief and embarrassment as her bladder continued to empty. finally, she gave up trying to stop it and sat on the toilet, fully clothed, and let the pee just gush out of her. The stream was so powerful that it shot out go her and splattered all over the restroom floor. after the flow finally stopped, she messaged her manager and said she had started her period and then ran out the building so nobody could see what had happened. Addison spread a towel on the seat of her car and sat down, looking at her now-soaked pants. She tried her zipper again and this time, of course, it went down. She slid her pants down and touched the soaked crotch of her blue panties. She felt a shudder of pleasure run up and down her spine as she began to rub her clitoris through her panties. Then, she pulled them to the side and began rubbing it directly, biting her lip as she rubbed herself to the point of orgasm.
  10. Tracy’s Torrential travels Tracy was super excited about her trip to the beach. She loved the beach but hadn’t been in so long so she was look king forward to the trip with great excitement even though it was just for a day. She put on her bikini and over that, a pair of high rise, button-fly blue-jean shorts and a t-shirt. She was going with her friend Lauren and her brother (who she had a crush on) Ethan. Tracy had gotten a new bikini for the occasion, a light blue that matched well with her eyes. As she waited for Lauren to get come pick her up she fixed her long, dirty-blond hair in the mirror putting it in a loose bun on top of her head. She had just finished tying her shirt off at the waist when She heard the honk of Lauren’s car outside. Tracy ran out to the car, grabbing the 12 pack of hard seltzer she had for the beach. “Hey girl , you ready?” Lauren asked excitedly “Fuck yeah” Tracy replied throwing her best smile at Ethan who was in the passenger seat. It was a two hour drive to the beach from Tracy’s place, during the drive she put her seltzers in the ice chest Lauren had brought, noticing Lauren had 24 seltzers of her own. They ride went by pretty quickly, even with Tracy trying not to blatantly stare at Ethan. When the three got to the beach and parked, Tracy grabbed the ice chest and tried not to blush when Ethan offered help, which she accepted. They spread their towels under an umbrella. After a while of relaxing and chatting, during which Tracy had about three seltzers, Tracy decided to go for a swim. She stood up, removed her t-shirt and slowly unbuttoned and slid her shorts off, showing off her shapely figure (and putting on what she hoped was a good show for Ethan who had modestly looked away). She, Ethan and Lauren ran and played around in the surf, splashing each other and having a good time. Tracy eventually felt a slight need to pee but didn’t think about it. Eventually Lauren got distracted by a dude she started to flirt with and Tracy decided to sit and cool off for a bit. While she rested, she drank a few more seltzers then, feeling a bit buzzed, grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler to sip on. She noticed Ethan had joined a game of beach volleyball and was enjoying watching. She dozed off slightly and was woken by the sound of thunder, sure enough big dark clouds were forming in the sky and soon the rain started. Tracy’s bikini was still wet but not soaked so she got dressed. Lauren and Ethan ran up and they brought everything back to the car. 25 minutes into the trip home, Tracy’s bladder made itself known. “Oh no” she thought “I haven’t peed since I woke up this morning” she had been distracted and hadn’t thought about it until then. Tracy discreetly crossed her legs and put her hands in her lap, thinking she’d be fine holding it until she got home. Her need to pee increased and she felt her bladder filling up. The rain was coming down fast and the sound of it hitting the window was not helping her. She shifted in her seat feeling the tight shorts and seatbelt starting to press into her bladder. Tracy was given hope when Lauren commented “I need to get some gas” and Ethan pointed at a sign and said “the last stop for an hour and half is up there” they pulled in to the gas station and Tracy said “I’m going to the restroom” Ethan commented “I gotta go too” The restroom was one of the ones outside the building and so they went around, Tracy had to fight to walk normally, her urge to pee had grown significantly and she saw Ethan seemed to be urgent too. When they got to the door, Ethan said “you go first” so she tried the door and found it wouldn’t open, Ethan tried too with the same result. That’s when they saw the out of order sign on the door. “Hey Tracy, I’m sorry but I really need it, can you turn around?” Tracy knew what Ethan was going to do, she turned around, subtly grabbing her crotch and shifting. The sound of Ethan’s stream made her own need grow, she crossed her legs where she stood and squeezed them together. The sound of his urine hissing out and hitting the side of the building along with his sigh of relief was agonizing. After what felt like 2 minutes the sound stopped and Ethan said “if you need I can stand guard, I won’t look”. Tracy blushed and said “I’ll be ok I think, I’m fine” they walked back to the car and Lauren asked “all good” “Yeah” Tracy lied, she had never felt this desperate before, her bladder was noticeably bulging. They got back in the car and started off again. Tracy was fidgeting a lot and her need was still growing as she thought “why’d I have to drink so many seltzers” she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. As if saying it would help it, Tracy said “the damn restroom was out of order, I haven’t gone all day” Ethan glanced back apologetically. Lauren said “try not to pee in my car” Tracy forces a laugh and, now that she didn’t have to hide her need, grabbed her crotch with both hands and squeezed her crossed legs extra tight. 30 minutes later, Tracy was squirming around urgently, bouncing slightly in a seated form of the “I need to pee” dance. That’s when they hit heavy traffic, there must’ve been a wreck ahead and so traffic slowed to a bumper to bumper crawl. “Ohhhhh” Tracy moaned desperately “You ok Tracy?” Lauren asked “I really really have to pee” she groaned. Then she had an idea, she undid the top 3 buttons on her shorts to alleviate some pressure. This helped. “Hang in there Tracy, we’ll find a place to stop” Tracy could only nod, her focus was on making sure her throbbing urethra was closed tightly. She was scooting back and forth in her seat, squeezing her crossed legs, when Lauren hit a bump. Tracy yelped when she felt the brief jolt and gasped as she felt herself leak. She regained control and looked down to see a small patch between her legs. Soon they were back to normal driving speed. Tracy looked at Ethan and started thinking about him to distract herself but then her mind wandered to the rest stop earlier and him peeing and she felt her bladder throb, she gasped and redoubled her effort to hold but not before she felt 2 big leaks spurt into her bikini bottom and shorts. The patch at her crotch had grown. “We need to stop soon, I just leaked” Tracy said, panicking. “Hold on girl” Lauren said. Ethan watched Tracy through the rearview mirror, she was obviously bursting at this point, he watched discretely as the beauty lady, shifted in her seat, at one point as she re-crossed her legs he saw the wet patch and thought “if she wets herself I’ll feel guilty” but he also was aroused, seeing her grabbing her crotch, shifting, fidgeting. Then he saw her undo another button on her shorts, enough for him to glimpse the blue bikini she had on underneath. “Hey Tracy, can you hand me a water from the ice chest?” “Sure” she used the hand not between her legs to open the ice chest and dig around for the water Most of the ice had melted by this point and the sound of water sloshing in the chest made tracy think of the liquid sloshing in her bladder. She handed him the water, their hands brushed as she passed it to him. She blushed and saw he was smiling at her through the reflection in the mirror. “Oh please don’t let me piss myself in front of him” Ethan subtly adjusted an erection so nobody could tell.He watched Tracy fighting her bladder. Tracy bent double in her seat yelping desperately, the wet patch grew as a really big leak pushed through her urethra. This time it was harder to regain control. “We need to stop I leaked again!” “Hang on sis! I’m trying to find a spot” Ethan searched for the nearest rest place to stop on his phone. They found one not too far away. As the pulled up to the place (a McDonald’s). Tracy hopped out. She hobbled desperately to the restaurant and tried the door, it was locked, a worker inside said “we’re closed sorry” “Oooooo” Tracy groaned. She got back in the car, her bladder throbbing “Just go pop a squat” said Lauren “Someone might see” “Alright well, there’s another gas station 15 minutes away we’ll try there” Lauren said “sit on a towel in the meantime, don’t want my seats ruined” Ethan watched Tracy fold a towel and sit on it. Tracy was holding her crotch with both hands and bouncing slightly in her seat, when they hit another bump. Two spurts escaped and the wet spot grew slightly larger and the force of the spurts was audible. Ethan was extremely aroused hearing Tracy moan. her shorts had ridden up a good amount and he was able to see up them a bit. Tracy suddenly gasped as back to back leaks happened, it got to the point where a puddle formed on her lap, she regained control and shifted so the pee that escaped went into the towel. Finally they got to the gas station and Tracy darted off. Ethan said to Lauren “imma go too” he got out and went to where the restroom was and saw Tracy frantically pulling at the door. Her face was red and she was grabbing herself and doing a full blown desperation dance. She looked at him and said “oh god I have to pee so bad and it’s occupied, I don’t think-“ he saw her cross her legs and then the wet spot on her crotch started to spread. Tracy knew she was past her limit, she was about to lose control, but she was able to stop the flow again. Ethan walked up and pounded on the door “hurry up!” He yelled “Piss off” a voice yelled from inside Tracy was super close to Ethan now, he could feel her breath when she spoke urgently “it’s about to come ouuut” the smell of urine was faint but present “Let’s go around back so you can pop a squat, I won’t let anyone see” he put a hand on her lower back and walked with her to the back of the building. as they turned the corner, she started peeing herself full force. “Nooooo” Tracy groaned as the dark wet spot spread between her legs, and across her butt. He turned to him as she pushed her shorts to her knees, not caring that he’d see, and then she leaned against the wall as the stream burst out of her, through her bikini, gushing powerfully against the nearby dumpster. Ethan who actually also needed to go decided to do the same, he started peeing with her. She was still going when he finished, her eyes closed in relief. Whe the stream slowly started to subside, she looked at Ethan and noticed he had just finished peeing. She said “well I guess I embarrassed myself already but here goes, I have a crush on you but I’m sure seeing me pee all over myself like this made you lose any interest-“ “Nope, I like you” “Oh..” The last drops of pee finally dropped out of her. As she was about to pull the shorts into place, he walked up to her and kissed her, pressing himself into her pee-soaked bikini. She was hesitant at first but accepted quickly, relaxing into him, she reached into his swim trunks and felt his hard-on. She slid her bikini to the side as they kissed and he slipped inside of her After they finished doing the deed, they both “accidentally” fell into a puddle. When they got back to the car, Lauren irritably said “took you long enough, I’m bursting here” and ran off. They looked at each other and laughed.
  11. ~Acquired Taste~ Here is my new story, it will be a stand-alone ‘limited series.’ I wanted to try something new that did not link together with my other stories. This one focuses more on desperation, although there will be wetting too (just not as much as my other stories). This first chapter is pretty long, but the next few will be shorter. Chapter 1 - Drove to the Brink Kyra's delicate fingers carefully and deliberately twisted the dial on her locker. She opened the door and selected the appropriate books for her first period. Unlike other more lax high school seniors, her locker served as the epitome of tidiness. Color-coated folders and notebooks lined the shelves, facilitating her finding of the required materials. Before shutting the door, Kyra checked her reflection in the small mirror hanging on the inside door. Deep brown eyes, olive skin, and straightened brown strands of hair stared back at her. She didn't think much of her looks, but her father's Filipino half gave her a unique beauty amongst the relatively non-diverse private high school. She adjusted the silver pendant necklace around her neck - a gift from her parents for her 18th birthday. The jewelry was cute and dainty, exuding the same aura as Kyra herself. Her conservative upbringing appreciated this - Kyra had no problem exhibiting her graceful femininity. Kyra then shut her locker and headed towards the bathroom. She didn’t actually have to pee that bad, but a tiny, overactive bladder had taught her to take any chance she could get. Any stray leaks would stand out on her khaki uniform shorts. She tugged on the hems as she walked down the hall - technically, the rules required girl’s shorts to be at or below the fingertips, but due to Kyra's height and proportions, they stretched just a few inches below mid thigh. No teacher would mind though - she was one of the more well-behaved students. Kyra didn’t mind either; although more modest than her average classmate, she did feel a slight rush at revealing a bit of leg in a place where doing so was not technically permitted. She did make sure to tuck in her navy blue collared uniform shirt, however - a rule much more strictly enforced. After relieving herself and exiting the bathroom, Kyra refilled her water bottle at the drinking fountain. She then traversed down the hall towards her homeroom just in time for the first bell. She walked into the room of uniformly-dressed piers and sat at her assigned seat in the left-middle row. “A little later than usual,” a voice to her right softly stated. Kyra turned and met the hazel eyes of her friend Vanessa. “Yeah, I had to turn around before I left my neighborhood - almost forgot my paperwork for the DMV.” Vanessa’s finger flicked a strand of her light-brown hair behind her ear. “Oh yeah, I forgot you had to renew your license today. I just did mine last week,” noted the dirty-blonde classmate, her birthday mere days before Kyra’s. “It’s super boring, but at least I was in and out pretty quickly.” The two friends chatted a bit longer until the second bell, signaling the time for their teachers to take attendance. They then parted ways to their first class. The day progressed fairly normal for Kyra, no tests or exams disrupted her usual schedule. Nor did the pinching twinge in her bladder - her typical school day often consisted of a consistent need to pee. Kyra’s small bladder almost never felt empty, especially when the health-conscious student ensured proper hydration by constantly sipping on her water bottle throughout the day. This usually did not matter, as Kira knew she could hold it until lunch, her first opportunity for a bathroom break. However, this did mean a rather uncomfortable fourth period class. Like most days, Kyra subtly squirmed in her seat, repositioning her legs often. Throughout the often-dry classroom lectures, her strained muscles never ceased to remind her of their urgency. Kyra didn’t mind, however. Her bladder became a sort of friend to her. She knew she would be able to address this need shortly, so there was no need to worry. Soon her body’s begging ringing in her head was replaced by the ringing of the classroom bell. Finally, lunch time. Kyra walked as fast as the strict school rules would allow down the hall and to the nearest bathroom. She had to be sure she made it first - if her particular timing strayed off its schedule, she risked punishment from her body in the form of a leak. Somedays, Kyra would lose the race and have to wait for one of the stalls to open, resulting in a couple warm leaks - never enough to show on her shorts, however. Today, Kyra was punctual. She slipped into the empty stall with enough time to spare to cover the seat with a layer of toilet paper before sitting down. A light trickle preceded a ferocious hissing and prominent splatter into the waters of the bowl. Kira exhaled a victory sigh. Another small battle won - one more to go as the day ended. Lunch only marked the halfway point; Kyra still had another half day to hold before her next bathroom break. After washing her hands, Kyra topped off her water bottle and headed towards the cafeteria. She ate a modest-sized meal, spending most of the lunch period talking with Vanessa and the other members of her small but close-knit group of friends. Kyra didn’t notice herself drinking more water than usual as she chatted and laughed with the other girls. The following class period, as most students slumped in their seats from post-meal drowsiness, Kyra forced her eyelids to remain open. A small tickle in her bladder - although tiny - could escape if she lost consciousness for even a second. Kyra already faced the curse of using the bathroom at least three times before bed. The tiny pinch escalated into an annoying poke as the next two periods progressed. Kyra’s sneaky holds and leg-jitters were not foreign in her Spanish class, however. The pinches and twinges of her bladder blended into the background of her common reality, as the realization that she could relieve herself after one more class period eased her mind. No need to panic. Soon the bell ring signaled the completion of this current obstacle with only one more hurdle remaining. Kyra rushed to her final class of the day, sitting in her assigned seat in the back rock. She sat tensely at her desk with her front teeth resting above her lip. Still no worries. She jotted down notes and paid close attention to the teacher’s presentation, shoving any thoughts of desperation to the back of her mind. Kyra smiled at the ring of the final bell. Another day, another successful hold. However, the teacher shouted out one last announcement: “Will the following students stay after class? I have a few questions and clarifications on your exams from last week. Mason, Keegan, Peter, and Kyra." Kyra’s blood cooled at the call of her name. Her skin warmed. ‘It’s okay,’ she told herself. She could hold on a bit longer. Kyra repeated this interalmonlogue over and over, even as the first classmate struggled to answer the teacher’s questions: “I’m having trouble reading your handwriting here. Can you tell me what this says?” “Uhhh… Ummm…… Let me see… Huh, umm…..” Kyra’s feet tap-danced on the floor. Although normally softspoken, she wanted to scream. ‘Hurry up you idiot!’ Though her thoughts quickly apologized to her own internal outburst ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean it, I just have to pee really bad!’ However, Kyra’s mental anguish grew less and less apologetic after her eyes darted towards the clock - ten minutes had already passed. 3:10 pm. The DMV closed at 4:00. If she was going to make it on time before they closed, she needed to hurry. The dual forces of her dire bodily need and stress of reaching her errand on time tugged on her from either direction. 3:15. Another pressurized pulse from her bladder nearly caused Kyra to explode from anxiety. Finally, after twenty grueling minutes, the teacher was able to piece together the slow classmate’s chicken scratch with the minimal help she received. The next two students sorted their problems out relatively quickly, but each second still sent another shockwave through Kyra’s abdomen. Her wobbling knees approached the teacher. The teacher laid Kyra’s test on her desk and pointed her red pen towards one of the questions. “Looks like you accidentally circled two answers for question 11. Normally I would count this wrong, but given your excellent performance and good behavior in this class, I thought I’d let this slide. Could you tell me which answer you meant to circle?” Kyra appreciated her teacher’s generosity, but her bladder did not appreciate the excessive stalling. She couldn’t read the test question standing straight up, so she had to bend over slightly. Kyra winced at the intense pressure crushing down below from the slight movement. It felt as though a steam roller was compressing her bladder as she bent over. Her mind could hardly focus on reading the questions. “I-I meant to circle answer B,” Kyra stated through her clenched jaw. “Good choice,” smiled the teacher. “That’s all. Enjoy the rest of your day!” Kyra attempted a friendly grin over her grimace before turning towards the door. Another fist of anxiety gut-punched her when she glanced at the clock before walking out the door - 3:35 pm. She knew the DMV was over twenty minutes away. She sprinted towards her locker, hoping the ‘no running in the halls’ rule wouldn’t apply now that the school day had technically ended. Her fingers frantically twisted her locker dial, but she missed the correct number twice and had to start over. After the third attempt, Kyra turned the knob to the last number, but the door wouldn’t open. She wanted to scream. Her blood pressure sky-rocketed. With a deep breath, Kyra composed herself and tried one more time. This time, she slowly and steadily rotated the knob, ensuring she reached each number correctly as she recited the combination in her head. Sure enough, the door opened. Kyra grabbed her keys and whatever books she needed for her homework and threw them into her bookbag. By the time her locker door slammed shut, she was already halfway down the hall. Each stride felt like a kick to her abdomen. Kyra didn’t have time to waste though. With super-human restraint, she darted right past the bathroom door - there was no time. As long as she could get to the DMV before it closed, she could just use their bathroom. Kyra plowed out the school’s front doors and ran straight to her car. Her private school did not have buses, a plus for moments like this. Another blessing was the fact that the after-school rush of parking lot traffic had already cleared up. In one miraculous motion, she clipped on her seat belt, started her car, and shifted it to drive before flooring it out of the parking lot. Sitting down in her driver side seat provided a smidgen of relief. She felt as though her hold was more manageable sitting as opposed to standing. Still, Kyra’s legs chaotically bounced up and down as she waited at the stop sign. Car after car passed with little gap, denying Kyra access. But she had to pee, and she was running late. She couldn’t wait for a safe distance; she had to act now. Kyra cut the wheel and slammed on the gas, forcing her car right within a manageable gap between cars. The car behind her honked at the apparent cut-off. “Sorry!” waved Kyra, although she in no way regretted her action. She was racing against both the clock and her bladder. Kyra knew moments like these would often taunt her. Fate would surely show its cruel sense of humor by forcing every single traffic light to shine red, or to spawn in some unexpected traffic jam. Not today, however. Karma had apparently awarded Kyra in advance, granting a relatively clear road. The desperate driver zipped down the two-line highway unimpeded. The pressure below had transformed into a dull numbness as her muscles grew more and more fatigued. Kyra felt as though her body had entered into a new phase of desperation, an unknown threshold not yet traveled. She began to drive with one hand on the wheel, the other fiercely gripping her womanhood. Pain and anxiety clouded her mind, but she tried to focus her thoughts through the funnel onto one goal: reaching her destination on time. She could do this. Kyra no longer felt human. She entered a sensation of weightlessness, as if her soul had astrally projected while her body continued the motions of driving all on its own. The new spiritual plane was one of pure agony and anxiety spawned from the stress of running late and the excruciating pain of a bladder about to burst. Finally, her mindless body pulled into the parking lot with five minutes left to spare. Kyra re-entered reality with a wave of relief upon finally reaching her destination. Unbuckling her seatbelt was like removing a sandbag from her stomach. Her thighs immediately clamped together to ensure this relief did not cause her muscles to stop doing their job. Both hands vicegriped her crotch as Kyra re-composed herself. She then carefully opened her car door with her foot, unable to lean over without suffering another stab in her gut. Staring at the outside pavement, Kyra took a deep breath. ‘I can do this.’ She tensed every muscle in her body as she bent just enough to exit her car. She wanted to implode - each minor movement mirrored the sensation of a merciless massage on her exhausted bladder. Kyra limped through her aching haze to the front door. The cool, aluminum handle opened with a jingle. She immediately grabbed a ticket from the dial before scanning the room. The tiled floor contained more scuffs than blank space, the torn carpet did little to welcome her, the pain-chipped walls enclosed her, and the flickering fluorescent box lights completed the depressing, underfunded interior. Kyra’s eyes did not land upon any restroom doors, however. Panicking, she looked around the dilapidated space once more, before a deadweight of dread smashed her hopes. A sign behind the desk in somber font displayed the macabre message: ‘Public Restrooms not available. Sorry for the inconvenience.’ The sign felt like a slap in the face, a dry-humored taunt from the forces that be. Kyra stared at the soulless symbols in pure disbelief. Instead of festering in her squalor, Kyra shifted her game plan to a new mission: get out of this place as soon as possible. She glanced at the spaces fellow occupants: 3 people in line, 5 others seated in the decaying waiting room chairs. A digital display on the wall read: now serving number 474. Kyra checked her ticket: 482. The number was close enough - she could wait a few more minutes. She did not want to have to come back to this place again. Kyra chose one of the chairs, praying its feeble frame wouldn’t collapse when she sat. Once she realized how slowly time moved within these walls, she began to rethink her decision. The only remaining attendant suddenly stopped helping her current customer and started to sluggishly trudge from her desk towards the door. Kyra tried to restrain her judgment as the overweight middle-aged lady waddled her way across the room at a turtle’s pace. ‘She’s a nice lady. She’s a nice lady. She’s a nice lady. She’s a nice lady.’ Kyra repeated in her head. However, the niceties stopped when Kyra winced and felt herself enter the next phase of desperation. Her numbness vanished, replaced with a rapid-fire spray of knives and needle aimed directly at her abdomen. Kyra knew she had to ride this wave out - if she got up now, her bladder would surely give up and explode all over the DMV floor. A jingle provided a momentary distraction. The door shook slightly as the attendant flipped over the ‘Closed sign.’ She then turned around and resumed her slow-motion journey back to the front desk. Along the way, a tired voice scratched, “If you have a ticket, I can help you. If not, please come back tomorrow. Also, 475, please approach the window.” One person got up and left, visibly frustrated, having not grabbed a ticket when entering. Kyra did not want to celebrate another person’s misfortune, but this meant one less body to wait behind. Another aching jolt jarred her bladder, however, ending her short-lived moment of joy. Her chair squeaked as she jostled in her seat, trying anything to subdue the fiery sensations burning her bladder alive. “476,” coraked the attendant. Kyra’s eyes watered, tears sitting just behind her eyelid. All hope drained from her body. A warm trickle snuck its way through Kyra’s weakening barrier. Kyra pressed down between her legs with all her strength. She noticed a slight dampness on her fingers, but she kept pushing. She knew her body had been forced beyond its limits. However, she did not give up. She tightened with all her might, until the sharp pains once again dissipated into a bulging numbness. The attendant’s voice again rattled, “476.” Kyra had crossed into yet another threshold, another plane of existence well past the bounds of her previously defined lines. She took this moment to examine her crotch. Carefully retreating her fingers, she wiped her damp fingertips on her dry shorts leg. She could make out a small darker patch on the fabric, no bigger than a slice of pepperoni. Kyra’s eyes widened upon seeing the evidence of her leak, but it was not purely out of horror. She was a bit surprised she made it this far - her tiny bladder usually leaked earlier than this. However, she had never held this long, nearly to an accident. “477.” Kyra glanced around the room - two more people had been helped and since left. Four other people remained. She reevaluated her current state. The stabbing had vanished, replaced with the odd sensation of being uncomfortably full, similar to a post-Thanksgiving dinner, only if the fullness was concentrated in her bladder rather than her stomach. She could feel her bladder pressing against her other organs. However, for the most part, she no longer felt as though she could lose it any second. The current wave of numbness granted her just enough will to stay and finish her errand. Still, she had to constantly focus on keeping her surplus of urine held in. “478.” Kyra clamped both knees and thighs together and gripped the edges of the chair. Her fingernails dug into the frayed felt, picking at the material as she shut her eyes and tried to distract her mind. “479.” Even breathing became difficult, as with each breath, her expanding lungs sandwiched her other organs and caused them to press against her bladder. Her body was simply running out of room - or at least, it felt that way. This phase of Kyra’s desperation still proved tasking on her body. She would give anything for relief at this point, even contemplating the sensation of just letting it go right here. But then the realistic thoughts of her sodden shorts, drenched chair, expanding puddle on the floor, and public humiliation all reminded her of why this simply wasn’t an option. “480.” Crinkling paper and pen scribbling gnawed at Kyra’s eardrums. These noises became the only outward sensation that Kyra was aware of for the next few minutes, besides the lava-lamp movement of burning and boiling in the entire lower-half of her body. “481,” croaked the attendant. ‘One more.’ Kyra repeated that thought over and over. The two words became the final bit of motivation she needed to hang on. However, her bladder’s exhaustion from its marathon began to strike. The dreadful pains below re-materilaized beneath Kyra’s skin. Her rock-solid bladder bulged out, hyper-aware of even the slightest pressures. Her belt and waistband, despite loosened, strangled her abdomen. Even her shirt resting atop her gut resembled the weight of a person sitting on her lap.The excruciating aches returned full-force, as though a full-grown adult baby was attempting to claw itself free from her belly. Kyra knew she had only minutes to spare. She thought about just cutting her losses and leaving now - surely she could last the 5 minute drive home. “482.” Her number. Kyra looked up at the now-empty line. Just 10 feet of floor space stretched between her and the front desk. Kyra slowly and painstakingly unraveled herself off the chair. It made her car exit seem like nothing. This time, Kyra thought her brain would explode from the amount of willpower it took to hang out as she bent her body forwards and stood up from the chair. She started seeing spots from the exertion. She sluggishly stepped forward. Each footstep lodged the knife in her bladder deeper, the ten feet seeming like ten miles. “How may I help you?” croaked the attendant. “L-license renewal,” whimpered Kyra, only able to utter a squeak. “I’m sorry, can you say that louder?” Kyra swallowed a gulp of air and repeated, “L-l-license r-renewal..” A soft moan preceded the last syllable. “Alright, I’ll need your current license. I’ll also need you to fill out this form and tell me the names of these signs.” Kyra fumbled through her wallet, her fingers shaking. She finally produced her license and slid it under the window. She then grabbed the desk-mounted visor and looked through the lens at a row of 5 street signs. “Alright ma’am, recite what you see starting from the left.” Kyra took a deep breath. “Stop.” Her muscles strained. “Yield.” Her knees buckled. “Rail Road Crossing.” Her toes curled. “Merge.” Her forehead sweated. “Deer crossing.” She leaked. “Good job. Let me just grab the proper paperwork..” Kyra panicked. A warm trickle inched its way into her panties. Her hand rocketed to her crotch, her ankles twisted, and she hunched over. Another shot of warmth. Kyra could no longer stand by herself. She nearly fell forward, needing to use both hands to support herself against the top of the service desk. She now stood with her feet slightly apart, her legs wobbling ferociously. The biting pain started to slowly but surely claim victory as her exhausted bladder gradually gave out. Another jet spurted into her pants. This time, the patch between her legs expanded. Tears formed in Kyra’s eyes. She knew what was coming, but she continued to fight. Even as another stream burst through the seams and slowly filled her shorts with warm urine, Kyra gritted her teeth and tensed every molecule in her body. Tears streaked down her cheeks. Eventually, her muscles could no longer hold back the flood. Defeated, all they could do was relax. “No…” sobbed Kyra. But it was over. The trickling stream amplified into a raging river. A hot spring geysered into her shorts, causing the dark wet patch to explode in every direction. Kyra’s body convulsed with each successive gush of urine. An array of emotions mixed within her mind - disbelief, disgust, relief, shame, and even a touch of pleasure, which Kyra assumed was simply due to the absence of pain. The cascade splattered against the tiled floor as if someone had just spilled an entire gallon of water. Kyra bent her head down in shame. A tear dripped into her expanding puddle. As her stream continued, it no longer even felt as though she were peeing - only the sensation of relaxed muscles remained. But the growing puddle only confirmed Kyra’s horror that she was in fact still going. After what seemed like an eternity of release, Kyra was finally drained - of energy, of feeling, of pee - everything. The attendant finally heard Kyra’s sobs. “Ma’am, are you okay – oh. Oh my. Oh sweetie, It’s alright. Here, I got your paperwork. Just sign here and don’t worry about the rest, I’ll fill it out with your info. Don’t worry about the mess, I’ll alert the cleaning crew.” Kyra kept sniffling. Through the sobs, she muttered, “I’m sorry..” The attendant’s raspy but endearing voice answered, “Oh hun, don’t you worry. I’ve seen much worse on this job, believe me. Here, take this for your car.” She handed Kyra an entire roll of paper towels. She accepted the gift, and with another sniffle, whimpered, “Thank you…” Kyra wanted nothing more but to disappear. She signed the paper with vibrating fingers and left the building, her tennis shoes squeaking against the floor from her pee puddle. She left wet footprints on the concrete on the way to her car. Unraveling nearly half the roll, she completely covered her seat. She then sat her soggy bottom onto the seat and drove home. Despite tears continuingly to pour against her face, Kyra couldn’t help but relish in the weightlessness of her pee-free body. Lingering waves of relief emanated from her bladder. Still, Kyra couldn’t believe what she had just done. A grown adult peeing her pants in a public place? The thought of anyone finding out devastated her. She would need to be more careful next time.
  12. I feel like it's really hard for me to find the kinds of stories I like. Sometimes I'll find one that sounds really sexy but then I open it up and it's barely a paragraph! I really love the longer stories that are really detailed, that are about bathrooms maybe closed at work or school or something.Or when a girl becomes desperate out on some sort of adventure or something but can't seem to go for whatever the reason.. honestly the best stories I have ever read, (and to get an idea of the kinds of stories I'm talking about) are written by Desperatejill!! Her stories are EXACTLY the kinds of things I'm looking for! I often go through pages and pages of topics here but can't seem to find alot.A good chuck of the great ones on here I have read already.. sometimes read them again because they're the best! But I'm looking for stories like that if anyone knows exactly where I can find a bunch of good stories exactly like that!? And if you've never read desperatejills stories, then OMG get to her page RIGHT NOW and read them because they are incredible and suuuper sexy!! And exactly the kind of stuff I'm looking for!Can any one help with this?! Maybe even write a new one or tell me exactly what topics here and what pages the great ones might be on, if anyone knows!? I wish this place was FULL of the kinds of stories I absolutely LOVE and am looking for! To me those kinds are the sexiest stories and scenarios of all time lol! Being a HUGE omorashi fan and the fact the when a woman needs to pee is the sexiest thing in the universe, I still have a specific type I love! As I'm sure everyone does (or alot of us at least) I have been into omorashi since I was a kid wayy before I even knew what omorashi was or that I had a pee fetish! I used to think I was alone in that so for most of my life I hid that from everyone.. even after I learned what it was it took me many many years to finally be comfortable with admitting it! But now I love talking about it! Though I guess I've still never actually told anyone out loud lmao. I really wished I could have talked about it more and played some games with the first woman I ever told! The one who actually made me comfortable talking about it and all! Even though that ended up badly for different reasons she still made that possible so there's a silver lining! Anyway if anyone could help out with stories and videos especially if love that!
  13. Hubby is put of town so I'm taking full advantage of diapering all the time. I got lazy and watched TV for a few hours, and after more than a few glasses of wine, I couldn't hold it anymore. I just let go and flooded my diaper. Thought I did well until I stood up and realized I completely over estimated the strength of my Tena. C'est la vie! I'm just gonna put a towel down and thoroughly enjoy this oversoaked diaper.
  14. I was little bit desperate and boring. So i decided to have some naughty fun. I soaked myself many times during this day and they are so smelly and wet. I hope everybody is going well and i wish to everyone happy peekend
  15. Lauren had a rough camping trip. The Drive Includes: Desperation, heavy leaking, toilet denial It was well-known among her friend group that she was unusually prone to bathroom emergencies, though she’d never had an accident in front of them. So when she was begging them to pull over, they weren’t very hasty to take care of it. “Please, I’m about to pee myself,” she pleaded, holding her crotch and scooting in the seat. “You always say that!” said Natalia, the driver. She hesitated, squirming and squeezing herself. “So what?” “I think you’re just being dramatic.” “I’m not! I have to pee really really bad!” They continued to ignore her for a long time. She was telling the truth. Her bladder was so full it was starting to hurt. “I really have to gooo…” she whined, crossing her legs tightly and rocking back and forth. They hit a pot hole, causing liquid to crash against the stretched-thin walls of her bladder. “Ohhh…” she groaned, sticking her hand between her legs. “Chill, dude,” Natalia said, making the other girls laugh. Lauren’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Please pull overrr…” she begged. “We only have like thirty minutes left! We’re like, about to be there.” “I won’t make it! Ahh, I can’t hold it…” she pulled the waistband of her basketball shorts away from her swollen belly. “Do you really need us to pull over again?” Janine asked from the passenger seat. “Yessss,” Lauren whined, holding herself and jiggling her legs. “I’m sorry.” Natalia sighed. “Hold on,” she said, taking an exit. “Mmmph!” she groaned, writhing around on the seat. She winced in discomfort, punching her leg in frustration. “Okay hurry,” she said as she pulled into a parking lot. Lauren leapt out of the car and ran shamelessly into the building. “Where’s your bathroom?” she asked frantically, holding herself and dancing around. “It’s on the side of the building,” the guy replied, giving her a weird look. She ran outside, peeing a little as she pushed the door open. She whimpered, gripping her crotch as she ran, but the movement was badly jostling her screaming bladder. It started to come out as she approached the door, fast enough to leak down her leg as she got there. She was full-on pissing during the desperate sprint to the toilet. Without even shutting the door, she yanked her shorts down and was powerfully urinating before she even sat down, splattering a bit onto the ground and the seat. “Ooh, fuck,” she muttered, examining her ruined panties as urine jetted into the toilet water and splattered loudly in the bowl. She pulled them off after her stream stopped and threw them away. She wiped her legs and her pussy and pulled her shorts back on, fully commando.
  16. "Sonic!" Tails yells. Sonic zooms in and asks, "What is it, Tails?" "I made an invention and I need to test it on you" Tails says Tails then presses a button, and a yellow light shines on Sonic then stops. "What is that feeling in my lower area?" Sonic asks. "I have no idea." Tails says "Whatever it is making me feel weird" Sonic says, while not knowing that he now has a bladder. Sonic suddenly sneezes, sending Tails flying backwards, causing him to crash into his plane. "Sorry about that, bud" Sonic says. "I get it, you have allergies." Tails says while getting up. The camera comes into Dr. Eggman's Evil Lair where he's spying on Sonic and Tails. "Sonic seems to have a bladder now." Dr. Eggman then laughs evilly "That may come in handy later." The camera goes back to Sonic and Tails, who then head off to Green Hills Tails looks up at the sky and notices birds. "I wonder how birds fly" Tails asks Sonic. "I'm not sure" Sonic says. Sonic picks up Tails and zooms to the beach, where he and Tails finds a puppy! "Hmm, who's puppy is this?" Sonic asks. Sonic begins moving frantically because his bladder is almost full. "Tails this thing is feeling weird" Sonic says panicking. Soon enough they hear the sound of peeing. "What is my body doing and what is that sound?" Sonic asks. "I have no idea but whatever it is, you seem to leak yellow liquid." Tails says while Sonic struggles with his bladder. "How do I stop?" Sonic says. Dr. Eggman appears behind them then says "I can help." Tails turns around and exclaims "Eggman! Why are you here?" Dr. Eggman says "I was just walking then I notice I hear Sonic panicking and the hissing of pee." "So that's what it's called." Sonic says then he stops peeing. Dr. Eggman says "I will train you to use something called a toilet and soon you will be able to not have accidents." "How do we know you won't make it worse and make him pee 24/7" Tails asks. Dr. Eggman then flips a switch making Sonic and Tails teleport to his evil lair! "Welcome to the lair, lets see how well I can train you." Dr. Eggman says as they land. Sonic says "So my bladder isn't a curse, it's a human thing I dont normally have." "Hmm well if you don't like having accidents you'll have to learn to use a toilet." Dr Eggman says. "It felt... relaxing" Sonic says. Sonic's bladder begins filling up again. "Oh god my bladders filling up" Sonic says beginning to twitch. "Follow me" Dr. Eggman says "Ok.." Sonic says desperate to pee. "This is a toilet, you pee in it, wait you have fur how do you pee without soaking your fur?" Dr. Eggman says. Sonic then sits on the toilet then immediately starts peeing and soaking is fur. Tails walks in and says "Eggman, your supposed to help him." "Tails, he has fur he can't use the bathroom with fur without soaking it." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic continues soaking his fur with a look of pleasure and relax. He then stops. Dr Eggman walks away then comes back with a diaper. "You might have to wear this." Dr. Eggman says. "What is it?" Sonic asks. "It will keep your pee from going everywhere." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic puts the diaper on and his bladder automatically fills up to the maximum capacity and he loses control and starts peeing uncontrollably. "That wasn't meant to happen." Dr. Eggman says. Tails walks away and comes back with another invention. "You invented another invention in 4 seconds?" Dr. Eggman says. "Yes, and either this will help or make it way worse." Tails says then zaps Sonic with the invention. Sonic falls over while still peeing. Sonic then falls asleep on the floor Sonic wakes up with a diaper full of pee and his bladder is empty. Sonic then notices a feeling coming from his stomach. Sonic tries ignoring it and notices he's in a blue bed with blue pillows and a blanket. Sonic then hears some beeping noises. He notices a blue alarm clock he then turns the alarm off. He starts to get up and notices his stomach feels worse and he feels like his body is going to do something but he doesn't know what. He gets up and it gets way worse so he lets whatever it is happen. He begins to poop in his diaper not knowing what he's doing. He wakes up and notices he was dreaming. He notices he still has a diaper on and it seems to be overfilled he then tries getting up but as soon as he does he start peeing and pooping at the same time. "Sonic, wake up." Tails says. Sonic wakes up the third time. "Is this a dream too?" Sonic asks. "No it's not but you should get up." Tails says. Sonic stands back up and notices that he's still wearing a diaper and it's wet but not full. "Dr. Eggman told me how to change a diaper, so I''ll do that" Tails says. Tails picks up Sonic and puts Sonic on a bed and Sonic's bladder fills up but Sonic doesn't tell Tails. Tails takes off Sonic's diaper and then notices a weird shape in Sonic's fur. Tails ignores it and gets a new diaper but before he puts Sonic's diaper back on he slowly puts his hand on the weird shape. "What are you doing? I feel that but I don't know what it is." Sonic says. Tails now knows that its attached but he's curious on what will happen if he rubs whatever the shape is. What he doesn't know is that the shape is Sonic's penis. Tails begins to rub it. As he is rubbing it Sonic grows more desperate to pee. Sonic soon loses control and pees all over Tails but he doesn't know because his eyes have been closed the whole time. "Is this part of the process?" Sonic asks. "No, but I found something out" Tails says "Alright I put the diaper on." Tails then runs away to wash his fur. Sonic opens his eyes then gets up and notices his bladder is still half full. The camera then goes to Tails who is carrying the devices that made Sonic lose total control of his bladder and the one that made him have a bladder. Tails then zaps himself with both making the devices explode. The camera then goes back to Dr. Eggman "What do you want, camera? There's nothing for you here, and yes I can see you I am the only one that CAN see you." Dr. Eggman says. Sonic runs to where Tails is and sees that Tails is twitching because he has to pee. "Tails, do you have to pee?" Sonic asks. "Yes, I do please carry me to the room where I changed your diaper before I completely bust out peeing." Tails says. Sonic picks up Tails then puts him in the room. Tails gets a diaper and puts it on and right on time too because he then starts peeing. Sonic and Tails go to Dr. Eggman. "I have 2 answers either you both become human, or you stay as your fur selves and begin to have bowels." Dr. Eggman "Won't we have bowels as humans?" Sonic asks. "No you won't, you will lose fur and have no control over your bladder, and also Sonic will still have super speed." Dr. Eggman "I guess you should make us humans" Tails says. Dr. Eggman then flips a switch and Sonic and Tails become human. Sonic is a tan teen with blue spiky hair and Tails is a white teen with ginger hair. Sonic goes to the mirror. "I don't look bad." Sonic says "Wait, what's that bulge in my diaper?" Tails walks in and look in the mirror. "What is the bulge in my diaper?" He asks. Tails pushes Sonic out the bathroom then closes and locks the door. Tails then takes the diaper off and sees the weird shape he saw in Sonic's fur when Sonic had fur. Tails then puts his diaper back on and gets out of the bathroom. Dr. Eggman comes with clothes "You will need these" He says while handing them to them. Sonic and Tails put them on while still wearing diapers. Dr. Eggman then says "Since you need these diapers I'll let you keep them, and you will live here with me." Sonic and Tails are good with that because they don't have any other friends. Sonic and Tails are then lead to a blue room with a blue bed a blue alarm clock and a tv. Sonic and Tails walk in and lay on the bed. They turn on the tv and Dr. Eggman closes the door. The tv is displaying a show causing their bladders to fill. They don't notice that the show is causing their bladders to fill so they keep watching then soon enough they start peeing. The show keeps playing and they keep watching. Their diapers soon start to leak and their pants are getting wet. Dr. Eggman opens the door and walks in but then notices the show. The show soon takes over Dr. Eggman. The TV then turns off and Dr. Eggman is no longer controlled so he closes the door again. Sonic and Miles (Tails) are still peeing uncontrollably Tails will now be called Miles to make his name more human and Sonic will still be named Sonic. Miles and Sonic soon get unhypnotized and they notice that they drenched their pants. Miles gets up and notices something under the bed. He picks it up and it zaps Sonic and Miles. They soon get up from the zap and they notice that their bladders are full but they don't know how to control when they pee so they pee on accident. They then get up and try going out the door but it's somehow locked from the outside and there are no holes in the door so there is a pool of pee below them. The pool of pee soon reaches where Miles' crotch and it's making him pee 2x more and then Sonic then jumps off the bed to try to save Miles but it makes it way worse because he scared Miles making Miles pee 4x times worse so the room is flooding with pee. They then wake up from the dream because of the alarm clock beeping. Their bed is soaked with pee and they see that their diapers are still on but they are sagging and have a brown spot. Miles then changes Sonic's diaper then put a diaper on himself too not knowing what the device he found under them did. Miles then walks to Dr. Eggman. "Teach us how to use the bathroom." Miles says. "Ok... fine" Dr. Eggman says. He shows them how to use it. Miles then takes both his diaper and Sonic's diaper off not knowing how bad of a idea that was. Sonic then runs straight into the bathroom. While Sonic pees Miles starts to feel his stomach feels something. Miles has to poop but he doesn't know what it is but he also has to pee. "Hurry up Sonic" Miles yells. Sonic finishes in time for Miles to get there. Miles forgot to take his clothes off and he soaks his underwear. Miles then notices a new feeling which is him pooping. Miles then get up and flushes the toilet even though nothing was in it but the water. "Alright, Tails your human name will be Miles and Sonic will still be Sonic." Dr. Eggman says. "Alright." Sonic says, excited. "Sonic you used the bathroom right, Miles you might need to go back to diapers." Dr. Eggman says. "It was a accident." Miles says while sad. The camera goes to the creator of this movie. "What the heck are you here for? Go back to main story." I say. The camera shakes like it's saying no. "Oh, you're here to skip some things, like boring dialogue. Alright you can stay until the boring stuff is done with." I say. The camera looks at the sun set. "It's beautiful isn't it? Well you should go back to your story." I say. The camera goes back to the lair and goes to the blue room. Sonic is sleeping under the blankets of the bed. While Miles is sleeping on top of the covers with a exposed diaper. Miles and Sonic start growing their fur back. Miles will now go back to being called Tails. Miles' tails grow back and rip the diaper off. Sonic gets his blue fur back and his bladder is now full. Tails' clothes rip off and so do Sonic's causing Sonic to start wetting the bed. The alarm clock starts beeping and Sonic wakes up noticing he has his fur back but his fur is drenched with piss. Sonic turns the alarm clock and see that Tails is still asleep. Sonic looks down and he sees he still has a penis but it seems to be hard for some reason. He then goes to the bathroom. shut the door, locks it and looks in the mirror. He sees that he looks normal other than a penis that has fur on it. He starts to rub it and he notices that rubbing it is making his bladder fill up. Ad Break This ad is for Uri-Pill The only good thing about this product is that it can make you pee out your entire bladder. But beware, people who get Uri-Pill are not able to hold their piss anymore. This means they have urinated a lot lately but don't even remember doing it. If you take too much of this stuff then you will become addicted to it. If you want to buy this pill you should never use it together with any other drug. Also, if you do take it you shouldn't mix it with alcohol, because it may affect your mental state and make you lose control over yourself. (Uri-Pill is not a real pill) Back to the movie! Sonic then starts gushing out pee. He moans softly still rubbing while Tails is still asleep and his bladder is full. Tails starts to wet the bed while Sonic is still in the bathroom. The camera goes back to the creator of this story. "You again? Is Sonic and Tails boring you?" I say. "Dr. Eggman would also bore you because he's also still asleep." I say. Ad Time! Omo-doll is the first ever urine-peeing doll. Dolls are usually pretty much just that, dolls, but Omo-doll's pee is actually real. This doll can urinate! She has two modes: normal mode where she doesn't pee, and water mode where she pees until normal mode is switched on. (This is not a real doll) The camera goes back to the creator. "Hello, again so this will be a stop in the movie" I say
  17. Hi I’m jion from Japan. I love omorashi so I wet my undies on purpose today after my parents left home. It was so fantastic!! I really love the moment that pee got out from my dick and soon wet my undies. Please leave lots of comments here. I want to find friends who love omorashi and talk with them IMG_4777.MOV
  18. Note: This fiction is my first work, which can also be said to be a work of practice only. The story may be rough and old-fashioned, but I will try my best to design every detail of the story. I look forward to your comments and suggestions, and I will be grateful here. Disclaimer: the content, characters and plot of the story are completely fictional. Please do not deliberately associate them. This story is set as a standard medieval style different world. Some modern world and future fantasy objects in the story are advanced technical products and do not need to be thought seriously
  19. It was late at night, and Phoebe was laying in her bed on her phone. She realized she was kicking her legs in response to a bodily sensation, an urgent signal from her body. She was really tired, though, and she eventually just fell asleep. She woke up to the bustle of her roommates, talking in the kitchen and taking turns in the bathroom right by Phoebe's open door. The first thing she noticed was her really full bladder. She usually had to go pretty badly in the mornings, but having retained her urine since last night, it was signifigantly more uncomfortable than usual. She rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom, where her roommate was pissing with the door open. Her other roommate Ariel was bobbing up and down, waiting for Sam to get up. "Come on, come on, come on!" Ariel muttered as Sam's liquid waste pattered into the bowl. Phoebe groaned, desperate pulsing emanating from her urine-filled organ. She pressed her legs together and danced as she picked up her toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. Then she stuck her hand between her thighs, pinching her crotch as she brushed her teeth. She had to pee really badly. As soon as Ariel sat down on the toilet, she was pissing hard and loud. The sound was torture for Phoebe, who stuck her butt out as she started stepping around, a wave of urgency threatening to push a leak out. The stream went on for an eternity. Phoebe was spitting and rinsing when it finally ended, practically leaping around trying to hold it all in. She went up to Ariel, effectively calling dibs on next. Holding herself and marching in place, she said "please go fast! I'm about to piss my pants!" "I, uh... I might be here a while," she replied, continuing to sit there after her leak had ended. "Can't you let me go first? I just have to pee!" Ariel clutched her bottom. "I gotta go super bad, I just need some privacy!" "Ughhh!" Phoebe groaned and walked out. "Could you shut the door please!" Ariel called behind her. As it closed, Phoebe almost walked right into her roommate Ira. "Who's in the bathroom?" she asked frantically, holding herself and hopping from foot to foot. "Ariel's pooping. She barely even started yet," Phoebe replied, doing a little dance and tapping herself between the legs, trying to downplay just how urgently she needed to urinate. "Ohh my fucking.... I've never needed to pee worse than right now, I'm so serious..." "You always say that!" "I mean it! Look at this shit!" Ira pulled her shirt up and her leggings down to show off the bump jutting out of her belly. Even with her squirming her hips and stepping around, Phoebe could clearly see her bulging bladder. "Mmmmm!" Ira moaned, doubling over. "I really have to go to the bathroom..." Unable to maintain the somewhat casual demeaner, Phoebe started squeezing and unsqueezing her vagina, stepping side to side. "I still have next, though," she said. "What? No, I can't wait that long! I need to go first!" "That's not fair, I got here first!" "Ughhh!" Ira groaned, rubbing her crotch and marching in place. "Why did I move into an apartment with only one bathroom?" "I'm asking myself the same thing," Phoebe muttered. "It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't so many of us..." "Ohhh..." she groaned. "I can't do this!" she exclaimed suddenly, bolting to her room. Upon entering, a dark patch was visible suddenly blooming between her legs right below her butt before she slammed the door behind her. Phoebe was shocked. Despite feeling like it was about to leak out at any moment, she went up to the door, hand between her tightly pressed thighs, and knocked. "Ira? You okay?" she called. "Fine!" she returned, audibly anxious. Does Phoebe... A - Enter the room B - Keep waiting for the toilet C - Find somewhere else to pee
  20. Ella Berry was a woman. At the age of 18, she still had rather small breasts (a B cup), with minimal curves but her boyfriend still found her beautiful. Ella prided herself on having a strong bladder and never used public toilets. Also the only sign she’d show of needing a pee is crossing her legs and shifting ightly, occasionally moaning quietly with need. But if there was a delay, Ella would be in trouble. One day, she’d had to pee in an alley as she could not make it home in time. Today was a delay day. Ella already had a full bladder as the train was leaving. So her legs were crossed really tightly, to keep her liquid in. However her heart sank when: ”Excuse me - delays. Up to 2 hours of delay expected. Sorry” Ella squirmed harder and audibly whimpered promoting her boy friend to say ”You OK?” ”Mm… I just really need the loo..” She moaned. ”Ah.” TBc
  21. Generally when I write stories I write them from the perspective of the guy viewing the girl (I'm a guy, so that might be why). This results in the gal having some autonomy, and most actions existing as encouraging or convincing her to do something. I thought I would write this story from the female perspective, where you play her. And so, without further delay - Airline Travels Hopefully the title and description don't spoil decision making for anyone. And before anyone wonders... yes the discount airlines have lavatories on board.... come on this isn't Ryanair! ---------- It was a sunny June in the late afternoon when you and your friend Laura left your house headed to Miami for spring break. Both in your second year of college, you're looking forward to a week of relaxation, fun. Laura is your best friend from college and has helped you through thick and thin. The two of you have rented an airBnB right on the beach. Laura had come to your apartment to spend the night and so you could both leave directly. Before we get too much further, Laura is a 21 year old muscular build who likes to run. She has blonde hair and is wearing a white tank top and tight fitting blue jeans. You're 22 years old, like to take care of yourself, but aren't into the level of athletics that Laura is. You're wearing a pink top with built in bra, form fitting white shorts and white panties. You load your suitcases into the back of Laura's small car and begin the 1.5 hour drive to the airport. You're both poor college students, so you're excited that Laura was able to find a great discounted deal on the airBnB and some insanely discounted tickets on some discount airline - SkyWays, or something. Your curious about this airline, as you've never heard of them before, so while Laura drives you Google "SkyWays Airlines". Apparently they offer steeply discounted tickets with no frills, and few amenities. They've been the topic of numerous safety investigations. You bring this up, but Laura assures you that was years ago and they've stepped up their safety game and that she has flown them many times without issue. "I also paid for assigned seats for us and checked baggage, so we're all set!", she says. For some reason this assurance doesn't put your mind at ease, but it is what it is. You arrive at the airport, park and make your way through security, checking your suitcase. The security line moves quickly, but still takes about 20 minutes to get through. Just as you're getting your shoes put back on you both receive a text message, "SkyWays Flight 433 with service to Miami Dade International Airport has been delayed due to maintenance issues. We anticipate a new departure time in about 2 hours. Please check airport kiosks or your phone app for further details". "Ugh, I guess this is what you get for flying the 'discount carriers'", sighs Laura, "oh well, we'll get there. Want to find someplace to grab a snack and maybe a drink to calm your nerves?" "Sure!", you say. You both check your SkyWays app and locate your flight departing from Gate P33. As you make your way in that general direction the two of you talk about your hopes for your college education and life. "Hey, this look good," Laura stops and points to the Sugar Shack Bar and Grill. The two of you make your way inside and are seated down. You look at the menu and order: A) Wings and a glass of wine B) Wings and water C) Wings only D) Glass of wine to calm your nerves, you can't eat E) Nothing - my stomach is too nervous to eat or drink Your Bladder: E [---/---] F
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