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  1. Sorry but for some reason I can't upload the vid as an example. It's been posted here before. 3 Latina women are pissing their tight jeans while the others rub up and down their legs. The end of the vid contains torrents of piss flowing from their jeans. it's one of the best vids I've seen on here! Looking for more!
  2. First, to put this into perspective- I have genuinely never accidentally peed my pants to the point of soaking my underwear and pants. Not even as a child. I never had accidents growing up. I do have some minor leaks once and a while when I sneeze or when i cough really hard and have had some almost leaks while laughing hard- but never enough to even leave a marking on my pants. Usually just damp underwear… Until today, that is 😬 Yes, I am actually feeling embarrassed. I have peed my pants intentionally before- but have never not been in control. As weird as it may sound, I have always wanted to have an accident. But I always assumed it would be from sneezing too many times in a row or laughing too hard, like enough to make it show on my pants, but I never imagined emptying my bladder in my pants. So, now to get to the story: I worked from home the second half of today and live alone- I had virtual meetings. I am new to this site and after reading forums for the last couple of days, the urge to wet myself was growing, so I figured since I was home I may as well hydrate myself decently so after one of my meetings I could go to my bathroom and wet my pants. I didn’t chug any of my coffee or water- I just drank it as normal and didn’t use the bathroom between things to get a little bit of a desperation feeling…. Oh my, i have NEVER felt as desperate as I did. I felt my stomach start to cramp, I started getting a cold, I couldn’t sit still, I had to reposition the way I was sitting so i could press my heel into my vagina to prevent myself from leaking right then and there. I was constantly trying to move, not too sure why, but I kept bouncing my leg, grabbing my crotch to prevent any urine from coming out because I could tell I was on the verge of peeing my pants. I felt so much shame in the moment… But I also felt, excited? I kept thinking “I may actually pee my pants” The meeting ended and i sat there for a second asking myself, “how do I stand up without peeing myself?” I decided to just go for it. I stood up, and I did not leak anything! I was relieved, I thought I could make it to my bathroom to pee in my pants a little bit and then finish the rest up on the toilet. my home office is on a second story, so I started to make my way down the stairs, and I was trying to make it fast so I could make it to the bathroom. Since I was in a rush, the momentum I was using to go down the stairs was more than I normally do. Within my first step trying to run, I felt he floodgates open up. I’ve never had the experience of peeing a stream without having to push or give some sort of effort- within that first step, I felt my underwear getting wet and warm, I grabbed my crotch again to stop it and noticed it had actually gone through my leggings and left a little wet patch, I muttered out loud “oh my god, its happening. I am going to pee my pants. I am going to have an accident”. i was able to stop the stream at that point Since my bladder had now deemed this an emergency, I didn’t stop to think anything through logically. I just needed to get to the bathroom ASAP. I continue to run down the stairs- big mistake. I make it a couple of more steps before a second gush of pee started flowing out of me. I stopped again, and crossed my legs and grabbed my crotch while mildly whimpering to myself “no, no, no, no”. I stopped the second second leak and the wet spot on my pants had increased in size and started making the shape to head down my legs. Internally, I had already considered this an accident by this point. This wasn’t just my normal little spurt of a leak- it was a full stream of pee I didn’t have control of starting. Like before, I didn’t have time to think, so I was continuing to rush. This time the rushing down the stairs didn’t trigger me completely soaking myself. I felt like I was going to make it by this point to my bathroom and could finish peeing in the toilet. Taking my guard down was the second mistake I made, because right as i felt like I was going to make it, another stream of pee began. This time it was coming faster. It was trickling down my legs while creating a puddle beneath me. This time I couldn’t stop it: I tried to grab my crotch with my hand while simultaneously crossing my legs and crouched to the ground while saying “shit, I am actually peeing my pants”. It didn’t stop. I stood back up, still holding my crotch. Why? I dont know. It clearly wasn’t working but I was still trying to stop it while peeing all over the floor sprinting to my bathroom. I did make it to the bathroom, but my bladder was empty. I was in disbelief. I had an array of emotions that ranged from feeling accomplished to feeling ashamed and embarrassed that at 28 years old, I had peed my pants uncontrollably. I almost feel like my bladder weakened in that moment, at least temporarily. Like I feel like if I were to sneeze or something right now, I would have a bigger leak of pee than I normally would. But I also know that could be in my head because of what happened. So yeah, I had an accident, which is something I’ve wanted to do, but my bladder never allowed it. Until today, where I was taken completely off guard and didn’t expect to have unintentionally pee my pants. Now that my bladder feels a little weak and I just had my first accident, a little voice in my head is like “oooooh, maybe tonight you’ll accidentally wet the bed for the first time, too!” I know that isn’t how it likely works… but it would be something to have two first time accidents in on 24 hour period lol- I know I’ve read on here some people have a couple of accidents after having hitting a really bad desperation point.
  3. Hello! Welcome to The Scale of Continence! You all will be following Spark, a grey wolf, and his peeing adventures with his partner, Inku, an unknown species, and his roommate Fern, an orange tabby. At every choice, you get shown a scale for Spark's incontinence, bladder, bowels, arousal, and relation (Only when interacting with a reoccurring character). Depending on what choices are made, Spark may gain passive effects. Some effects include omorashi enthusiast, small bladder, easily aroused, and phantom feeling. Hope everyone enjoys! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Spark sighed as he stepped into his small house. It wasn't much, but with inflation and the three owners all having minimum-wage jobs, he was happy there was a roof over his head. He looked over to the living room. Inku laughed at something on the TV. "Hey, Babe!" Spark greeted, his tail wagging. "Spark! If you need to use the bathroom, be ready to drive somewhere. Something on the toilet broke and Fern's trying to fix it." "Thanks for the heads up," Spark said, heading to the spiral staircase, "But Fern's great at mechanics, she probably won't take that long." Inku turned away from the TV to narrow their eyes at Spark. "If you say so." Spark stepped into the bathroom and spotted Fern bent beside the toilet with a paw pressed on her crotch. "Fern, you doing okay?" Spark asked, worry clear in his voice. "Yep. Fine. Just need the bathroom a bit." Fern responded through gritted teeth. Spark looked her up and down, taking note of the little things. He could clearly see her legs shaking and hear her quiet panting. "I could drive you down the street or ask a neighbor if you can use their bathroom." Spark offered. "I'm fine I-" Fern cut herself off and dropped her wrench in favor of adding another hand to her crotch. "On second thought, I'll take you up on that offer." She said, slowly standing up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ With Fern in reach, Spark can: A. Stand in front of the door, but move eventually B. Stand in front of the door, but refuse to move (-1 Fern Relation) C. Push on Fern's bladder (-5 Fern Relation) D. Quickly go to the car 0/10 (Fully Continent) 0/10 (Empty Bowels) 2/10 (Dull Feeling) 0/10 (Not At All Aroused)
  4. "Uhmm... Uhmmmmhhh..." A white-haired girl in her pajamas rolled on her bed, her legs tightly squeezing the soft, fluffy pillow she was hugging. Judging by her youthful looks, you would be forgiven to think that she was still in middle school, even though by all rights, she was already in high school instead. "Need to go... the bathroom..." Not to mention her current... issue, which normally wouldn't happen to an older girl of her age. She turned and groaned, one hand now buried in her crotch. Her hips gyrated back and forth, giving a nice view of her ample bottom. "Mmmm... It's locked... Why is it locked?" Her fidgeting grew more intense as time went on. She now had both hands pressed into her crotch and was actively rolling back and forth. Until eventually, she rolled too much and fell off her bed. Now, normally, a year ago, this would be when the warmth of shame spread between her legs, soaking her panties, pajama trousers, and the poor carpet that her mother would've to clean later. But, thanks to a certain incident, that would never happen again. "Urghhhh..." She opened her eyes, sitting groggily for a moment as she rubbed them. Only to return back to her squirming state from before, burying her hands between her legs yet again. "Oooh, I really need to go..." Swiftly, she stood up, quickly switching into a pee dance as she thought about what her next action should be. "Mom! Are you awake yet? I need to go!" The girl slowly made her way out of her room, still writhing and squirming, moving her ample butt left and right. "Honey, I'm coming!" To her relief, she didn't have to go down the stairs in this state as her mother barged into the room right before she could reach for the doorknob. Slamming the wood right onto her face in the process. "Kyah!" She let out a shriek as she fell backwards, landing on her bottom with her legs wide open. The perfect pose to have an accident. "Honey! Are you al—oohhh!" The older silver-haired lady pressed her hands into her crotch, feeling her bladder rapidly expanding, sending her into a state of desperation in an instant. As for the young girl, she experienced the exact opposite. She had a blissful, relieved look as her full bladder deflated. However, there was no warm puddle forming between her legs. Her panties and pajama pants remained completely dry. Sadly, the older woman didn't experience the same fortune. "Ahhnnn... It's coming out..." She bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes as a soft hissing noise filled the air, followed by the acrid scent of pee. She fell down, still burying her hands as warmth exploded from her tinkle tank. A woman in her thirties (though she certainly didn't look the part) wetting herself. And right in front of her daughter too. When she finished, her white skirt and panties were soaked from top to bottom. Even her socks and sandals didn't escape the wetness. She now sat in the middle of a large puddle of her own making. Indeed, ever since that certain, fateful day, the girl could not pee on her own. No matter how desperate she got, not a single drop would escape her own peehole. She could only transfer her pee to other women, using their peeholes as hers. Holding it in permanently was not an option as eventually, she would either damage her own bladder or it would just burst, transporting her pee into every single female near her. Not to mention the pain she would incur by doing so. Seeing her mother having an accident, the girl... - felt extremely bad. She had embarrassed her terribly for sure! (Lawful +1) - felt just a little bad. It can't be helped! She was bursting! (Chaotic +1) - felt a strange sense of delight. Her pretty mother wetting herself like this... It just makes her even cuter! (Lewd +1) For the two alignments, they would have opposing effects on our character's bladder: Lawful = The more Lawful she is, the stronger her control over her bladder is. She can hold for longer and she can prevent accidental bladder transfer more. At max Lawful, she can hold for days without transferring a single drop. Chaotic = The more Chaotic she is, the weaker her control over her bladder is. She can hold for less and would accidentally leak her bladder content to girls surroundings her more. At max Chaotic, she can barely hold her water at all. She has to constantly transfer her pee into everyone around her. And a lot of the time, she wouldn't even be able to control who she transfers it to. As for Lewdity, the bigger Lewdity she has, the more willing she will be to do lewd stuff. It also makes her personality be lewder as well. Also, vote for her name as well. Try to give her a vaguely Japanese name. (I reserve veto right if I don't like the most popular name).
  5. Our recent threat about omo friendly countries reminded me of something we used to have in Germany a couple of years ago. So called „Pinkel Parties“ or „pee parties“ translated to English. And I wondered if they still exist somewhere. Those were not fetish parties but rather a widespread marketing idea. The concept was that everybody would get free beer until the first person would go to the bathroom or leave the club out of desperation. So it was actually a party that encouraged holding as long as possible among mostly non-omo people. And it was quite mainstream in the big clubs throughout Germany, even in the „P1“ which is the most renowned and posh club in Munich. Interesting to note that most read „until the first person goes to the bathroom“ not „until the first person pees“. I even found one that specified „diapers are ok, peeing on the floor is not!“. But I could not find anything about wetting specifically. There must have been wet pants from time to time, especially when lots of alcohol were involved. That concept seemed to have been really popular around 2015 in Germany and Austria. Unfortunately at that time I was busy with other family priorities and never went to one of these parties. Nowadays I definitely would go. So has anyone of you ever been to a pee party? And did you make use of the occasion to have some naughty omo fun? Are they still being organized somewhere around the globe? Here‘s some of the advertisements (only in German though)
  6. I wonder who all has done this. Something I love to do, is enjoy the presence of those who just don't like to use the toilet to piss. Basically wetting themselves where they are sitting or standing or just deliberately peeing on the floor or in bed. Wetting panties or even pants. The toilet is overated anyway.
  7. At the window on the sixth floor, I overlooked the hospital's courtyard and admired how perfectly last night's snow was laying. Knowing that I'd already completed my assignment, I scrolled through the list of patients at the other nursing units... Lots of green check marks... Looks like all the other hosts are done early as well... I sat down on the bench by the window and scrolled through the Art Omorashi channel in the omo.org Discord and kept my phone aimed at me. These privacy screen protectors really come in handy! Just a moment later, a large group of visitors came up the visitor elevators and headed for the Surgery Recovery unit. This group consisted of a mother and father along with at least four fiery hot daughters! They were all dressed very well and simply nodded as they walked past. I tried my best to keep my gaze from becoming obvious as I watched their perfect asses work those dresses as they walked down the hall. I then continued goofing off on my phone when, about twenty minuets later, one of the daughters returned. She was tall and skinny, at least my height (I'm 5' 11") with what looked like C Cup breasts stuffed in a blue dress. Her dress was a flat, light blue fabric. It looked like one piece (surely there was a hidden sipper somewhere) and had a seam at her waist where the fabric changed to a thin ruffled skirt which was also light blue. The top portion of her dress laid flat against her smoking hot curves, while the bottom part was just large enough to hang around her legs instead of hugging them. Her long straight hair was a beautiful reflective dark brown, matching her gorgeous brown eyes. On anyone else, her red glasses would've looked out of place, but she pulled it off perfectly! She had a hell of a look going, complete with white tennis shoes with little decorations on the back of the heels! She walked past me on the bench and got in line for the visitors restroom, which was currently in use. There were two other people already there, one complaining of stomach issues. Judging from how long the current occupant had already been in there, they were probably suffering from similar issues... Looked like it might be a long line. The girl in the blue dress pulled out her phone and started scrolling through something as her legs moved back and forth. She swayed a bit and rubber her knees together from time to time... Nothing too exciting... Time went on... By the time 20 minutes had passed, she'd resorted to leaning her back against the wall and jiggling her perfect legs! I adjusted my glasses and picked up my work iPad, making sure I didn't have any new assignments. Looks like I really was done early, so I sat there and enjoyed the show. I kept myself ever so slightly turned away from her to make it less obvious that I was watching her. Also, being turned that way helped to hide my massive boner! As another ten minutes passed, the beautiful young lady began absentmindedly grabbing and tugging at the edges of the bottom of the skirt part of her dress. Every now and then, she stretched the thin fabric just enough and I could make out the shape of her sexy white panties! I kept looking down at my phone, keeping my face turned ever so slightly while I only moved my eyes to spy on her beautiful little dance. It was turning me on SO GOOD! Finally, the current occupant left the restroom and the next entered. After over 30 minutes, the beautiful girl in blue still had someone in front of her in line! She finally started showing more signs of true desperation! She was switching legs, rubbing her thighs together, and every minute or two she'd let out these amazing little whimpers! She alternated between standing with her hand in a fist at her side and grabbing her skirt in a desperate attempt to avoid directly holding herself in public! At this point, I was mentally torn. I really wanted to see the whole show and I'm REALLY into wetting, but this was at work and I didn't want to see a guest's day ruined by an accident while visiting a family member in the hospital! I decided to silently cheer her on and continued watching the show! Within another two or three minutes, she did a quick and discrete check around her to make sure nobody was looking before placing her hand on her crotch. This pulled the skirt's fabric against her legs and tightened it against her ass! I was in heaven! I continued looking at my phone while taking repeated looks at the amazing show this young lady was putting on! Eventually she spotted my looking at her and quickly removed her hand, which made her tense up quite a bit! She resumed tugging at the skirt part of her dress and switched out the cute little whimpers for constant heavy breathing! She may have been trying to be discrete, but THE SHOW CONTINUED! At this point, I really started to wonder if she might pop before she got her turn in the restroom! There was still someone waiting ahead of her and she hadn't asked to skip in line even once! I thought about maybe escorting her to the staff restrooms at the nursing unit, and I put this idea in the Chat Omorashi channel in Discord. The first response I received was to simply let her be, so that's what I did. I did not offer the staff restrooms at this time, and she hadn't asked me to do so either. As another ten minutes passed, we approached forty minutes since she first queued for the restroom and she was back to holding her crotch! She knew I was stealthily watching, but just couldn't stop herself anymore! She constantly switched feet, wrapped her legs around each other, locked her knees together, rubbed her thighs together, seemingly doing everything she could to keep her need under control! After about a minute of this dancing, her expression shifted. She no longer just looked desperate, she looked like she was in actual pain! Seeing this, I decided to offer her the use of the staff restroom. She seemed to ponder this for a moment before finally refusing, probably not wanting to walk past everyone while pee dancing her way back to the main hallway. I just hoped she had her priorities in the right order. It was obvious her boiling hot piss was burning and scorching her bladder and holding muscles, causing her to do that thing where you take sudden deep breaths through your teeth when something is really hurting you! She'd put her phone back in her purse and was using both hands for her hold! She repeatedly switched which hand was holding her crotch, the other would either be tugging at her skirt or kept in a tense fist at her side! Her legs moved furiously as she repeatedly bent forwards slightly! Her breathing had become quick and labored, it was clear she was past her limit! I really hoped she'd ask for the staff restroom before she made a huge puddle on the floor! Just then, the line moved forward once again! She was next! She no longer leaned against the wall and instead stood just in front of the restroom door doing a very frantic pee dance! Her quick and labored breathing now included whines and whimpers, making for a truly amazing show! She continued dancing for roughly three minutes before an intense spurt burst through! She shoved both hands deep into her crotch, pulling the fabric of her dress tight against her legs and her perfect plump ass! I thought she had it under control when her stream quickly slowed, but she continued frantically grabbing herself as her stream picked up to an incredible force! A loud hissing sound erupted as her golden stream shot right through her panties and slammed against the tile floor, creating an ever growing puddle of gigantic proportions! There was nothing she could do to stop the flow... She was covered in sweat, just standing there losing it all over the floor.. Inevitably, she started crying as her stream slowed. I told her not to worry about it and fetched a few of the spill pads and some towels from the nearest closet. I also called for housekeeping on my iPad. It didn't take long for a housekeeper to arrive and offer a hospital gown and underwear for the poor lady, who was still left standing there waiting for the restroom to open up so she could enter and get cleaned up and changed. The moment over, and my presence likely no longer welcome, I got on the elevator and went back down to the diet office.
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    CESD-339 Non Stop Wetting Yourself A Big Tits Office Lady Pisses Herself Mao Hamasaki CESD-339-01 - After enjoying a nice pee break an office lady returns to her desk only to be called up to her bosses office. Once inside his office she gets a sudden strong urge to pee again and ends up wetting herself a little infront of her boss. He sees the puddle on his carpet and brings her to the couch where he gives her a spanking. During the spanking she ends up wetting herself even more. Her boss then order her to remove her panties as he uses multiple vibrators to make her spray piss far across the room multiple times. CESD-339-02 - The office lady is working late at night with her coworker when he suddenly approaches her and makes her piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-339-03 - While at a meeting the desperate woman wets herself infront of everyone. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-339 Uncut has everything plus sex Enjoy
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  9. View File CESD-339 CESD-339 Non Stop Wetting Yourself A Big Tits Office Lady Pisses Herself Mao Hamasaki CESD-339-01 - After enjoying a nice pee break an office lady returns to her desk only to be called up to her bosses office. Once inside his office she gets a sudden strong urge to pee again and ends up wetting herself a little infront of her boss. He sees the puddle on his carpet and brings her to the couch where he gives her a spanking. During the spanking she ends up wetting herself even more. Her boss then order her to remove her panties as he uses multiple vibrators to make her spray piss far across the room multiple times. CESD-339-02 - The office lady is working late at night with her coworker when he suddenly approaches her and makes her piss/squirt multiple times. CESD-339-03 - While at a meeting the desperate woman wets herself infront of everyone. Screenshots are in order of the files CESD-339 Uncut has everything plus sex Enjoy Submitter omorashi67 Submitted 02/06/2023 Category JAV Collections  
  10. I don't know why this video is so low resolution. I think it got compressed, but I will hopefully have a higher resolution version soon. This is a video my GF took for me of her wetting herself in an atomic wedgie. VID_109690822_152931_296.mp4
  11. This is my first time writing fiction about my personal fantasies. I am writing this story to sort of test the waters, and see if I'm any good at writing stories, coming up with plots, etc... I'm into humans with animal features (not full body fur), large bladders with ridiculously high capacities, and the rush you feel when completely and utterly desperate to empty your bladder. In real life, I'm a mechanic by hobby and enjoy driving my Audi TT on backroads and circuit tracks. I am mechanically savvy and enjoy driving fast. I also refer to my car as being female... Don't ask me why, I just do lol WARNING: This story contains abuse. It's used as a backstory for Roxy. This is in no way meant to advertise abuse, claim that it's okay, or any related situation(s). Inspiration: Ruri's Manners - Jimmy Olsen here on omo.org, Hellsing Ultimate - anime, BNA - anime, Jobless Reincarnation - anime, Fairy Tail - anime, Strike Witches (and Brave Witches) - anime. With all that out of the way, it's about time to start Part 1 of the story. Note that there's no real omorashi in the first part, it's mostly used for world building and character building. In the year 2022, many people experience attraction to animalized humans, furries, and sometimes just plain animals. How far one particular group is willing to go in terms of trust, friendship and equality will all be tested one fateful day when they meet Roxy. Damien is a tall man that lives in the city. He works on his sportscar and loves driving fast. He stands 5'11", often sporting black Dickies cargo jeans, a blue Summit Racing Equipment shirt and a white-on-gray hat with the 3RK logo on the front. He has blue eyes, brown hair parted high and swished over to the right, as well as black plastic glasses with blue accents. His car of choice is a 2004 Audi TT Roadster. The turbo charged, all-wheel-drive convertible capturing his heart after the first test drive. On this particular day, he was driving through a forest. Full of tall, healthy trees with leaves and flowers in full bloom, the forest seemed to wrap around the road perfectly. He took this opportunity to floor his convertible, quickly accelerating from the speed limit of 45mph to nearly 80mph before shifting up and flooring it again. Caught up in the rush of the moment, he continued accelerating until the wind took his hat right off his head. He came to a crawl and pulled over, walking back and forth over the same section of road many times without any luck finding his hat. Luckily, there was nobody else around and he could do this for quite some time without feeling like he looked out of place. He hadn't seen a single car since leaving the city and turning onto this road. After about an hour of searching, he was definitely feeling the need to pee. To be fair, he had been feeling it for quite some time. Only now was he no longer able to ignore it completely. Concentration was getting harder, his legs wouldn't sit still, and he kept reaching near his crotch. Finally, he walked behind some trees, pulled his dick out, and let go. His 1800ml bladder capacity meant that when he was full, he released a powerful stream for over a minute straight before finally finishing. The feeling of relief was ecstatic, and was one of many reasons he enjoyed holding himself until the point of total desperation. With his bladder taken care of, he zipped his pants back up and continued his search for his beloved hat. After another 20 minutes of searching, he saw someone walking in the woods with his hat on. He called out to them, only for them to disappear into the trees. Confused and angry at whoever took his hat, he gave chase. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, he caught several glimpses of the thief. Whoever they were, they were incredibly nimble and had ungodly amounts of stamina. They refused to run in a straight line, rather digging their bare feet into the bases of trees and springing off of the trees with incredible speed. He thought he had to be seeing things from the heat when he caught a glimpse of what looked like a tail darting around behind the hat thief. It was hard to make out, they were just so darn fast. Finally, they reached the edge of the woods and the thief transitioned to a hunched over sprint on both arms and legs before pulling away with incredible speed. Their back rose and fell, bending aggressively with each gallop. Whoever this was, it was certainly no ordinary person. Damien was out of breath, only fueled by the NEED to get his hat back and to see what exactly he was chasing. As the mysterious figure outran Damien completely, she found herself at a wooden fence. Inside were birds in what looked like large wooden cages, some sort of boar without the big teeth or long hair, and lots of grazing cows. She took this moment to catch her breath and look back, only to find that Damien was still running! His stride was sloppy, his hair no longer neatly swished over across his head, and his shirt was nearly completely covered in sweat. Taking in the image of determination being projected by her pursuer, the thief sat down in the grass and waited. As Damien closed the distance, he saw the thief was waiting and slowed to a jog while attempting to catch his breath. He only said "Look, I'm sorry if I scared you, I just want my hat back. I won it at a go-karting competition and I wear it everywhere. I'd like it bac-" Before he could say more, he was taken aback by the fact that the thief got up from a sitting position by leaning forward, putting her hands on the ground, and all at once throwing her knees back and springing up. She didn't seem out of breath at all. Her clothes were filthy, not from running away, but from being the only clothes she had. At this moment, Damien realized the thief was a girl with no extra clothes, and nowhere to go. Damien once again asked for his hat back, and was met with a confused stare. Also noticing her green speckled eyes, Damien motioned to the top of his head and then to hers, before once again asking that his hat be returned. Reaching for his hat, Damien was startled back by the sudden hissing and raising of the thief's tail. It was at this moment that he realized he had been chasing a sort of human animal. Unsure if she spoke English, Damien kneeled to the ground and extended an open hand. This time met by a confused stare from incredibly large pupils. He decided to handle this the way he would get something back from his pets. He sat down with his legs criss-crossed, tapped the ground next to him, and smiled. The mysterious girl followed suit, and inched closer to him. Seeing the opportunity, he quickly reached and took his hat back. He was too sweaty to wear it comfortably and instead simply placed it in his lap. As he took the hat, out folded a pair of fluffy ears. They stuck up like satellite dishes. The thief's pupils immediately contracting to tall, thin slivers, and then she flexed her hand and extended claws. Seeing what was happening, Damien quickly laid the hat on the ground in front of him. Once again, the thief donned the hat and hid her ears. Her pupils once again growing to gigantic proportions. After a moment, Damien decided to try to apologize. He hoped that even if this girl couldn't understand English, she might understand that he didn't mean to hurt her. He said "Sorry for startling you. You can keep the hat. It's okay." To his surprise, she answered "Why would you give me this? Everyone always takes everything from me." Taken aback by this response, Damien explains the homelessness problem in his city. Because they lack the decency that others expect, they're repeatedly taken advantage of, made fun of, and not given any respect. Forced to beg and steal, they don't project a very good image, and people don't try to see that those homeless people are people too. He explained that one of his closest friends used to be homeless. They saw someone drop their wallet while walking away from a street vendor, and instead of stealing it, returned it to the person who dropped it. That person took them in. Said person was Damien, the young man now in front of this animal girl. She seemed unable to cry, simply shaking and sniffling. Damien motioned for a hug, and after some hesitation, she took the opportunity and accepted his warm embrace. He asked that she come with him. He'd take her home, get her cleaned up, buy her clothes, and get her a proper life. He did feel the need to explain that he's never seen anyone like her before, but decided not to bring it up at the moment. Now only walking, Damien led the way back to his car. Along the way, Damien explained that he was a working man. He spent time away from home doing a job at a hospital. He asked patients what they'd like to eat, brought them their food and set their hospital tables up (picture the adjustable tables that reach over the bed, just big enough for a tray and some small personal items). He was also responsible for making sure the patients enjoyed the food, and for bringing food, drinks and supplies to the pantry every day. For the first time since they started walking together, the girl broke her silence. She asked what a tray was, why people had to be patient, and what a pantry was. Taking time to explain that a tray was a flat object that you put food and drinks on top of, that 'patients' meant people who were in the hospital and that a pantry was a small room where food and supplies were kept, he noticed the sparkle in this mysterious girls eyes. It was as if she had just realized what he was talking about. They continued their conversation as they continued walking back to the car, with Damien answering her questions and still not bringing up how incredibly odd, or rather unique, she truly was. Upon reaching the road, Damien looked for his car, but it was out of sight. He pressed the PANIC button on his keys, but nothing happened. He acted as if nothing was wrong, turned to his right, and continued walking down the road. It was a 50/50 change that he was going the right way, until he recognized several trees where their chase had started. It was moments like this where the hyper-awareness afforded to him by his Asperger's syndrome actually proved useful. He gained some pep back in his step, saying it shouldn't be far now. Looking back, his follower didn't seem tired at all. She just looked confused, and... Happy? It was hard to tell with her face in shadow, and he wasn't used to trying to read emotions from people with cat-like eyes (and ears which he couldn't see under her new hat.). Finally, his car was in view. Still sitting next to the road with the blinkers on and the top down, waiting for her owner to return. Hearing a change in her breathing, Damien looked back to see his follower completely mesmerized by the flashing hazard lights. He explained that she'd need to get in, if he was going to get her home. This was again met with confusion. "You want me to get inside that machine?" She asked. Damien explained that it was a car, made to take people from one place to another, and that everyone where he's from has at least one and they use it on a regular basis. It's just how people get around where he's from. Taking in his answer, she decided it was time to ask him his name, as she had completely forgotten it. "Damien. My name is Damien. What's your name? You never told me." Said Damien, taking the opportunity to get this girl's name before taking her home. "Nobody has every spoken to me like this, and I'm not sure I have a name. But I used to have this band around my neck. It said Roxy on it. I eventually tore it off and threw it somewhere. It reminded me of what it meant to be owned. It was the whole reason I've been living in the woods instead of inside the fence you cornered me at." She grew more anxious as she spoke, getting shaky as she mentioned that she used to belong to somebody. Before she could say anything else, she was met with kind words. "I have two pets, a dog and a cat. They don't stand up or speak like you, but I love them nonetheless. It's not uncommon for people to fall in love with their pets. There are entire communities built around dog lovers and cat lovers. In fact, the two hate each other, always fighting over whether dogs are better than cats or cats better than dogs. Keep in mind, they're not fighting in order to hurt each other, they're fighting to see which one is truly better. So far, they're still fighting and there doesn't seem to be a clear answer yet. It sounds like you weren't a loved pet, and I intend to change that. First, I need to make it clear that you are NOT my pet. You're my friend. You may look like a cat, run like a cat, have the eyes, ears and tail of a cat, but you can communicate and express your own will. I don't know how your previous owner treated you, but I don't intend to own you. I will treat you the way I treat all my friends. I know this seems weird. I'm weird, and I like helping people. Now let's get going. Travis is going to wonder why I'm not back yet if we don't get going." Roxy didn't say anything. She had a new sparkle in her eyes. She was so happy, and confused, and just went with what Damien told her to do for now. Without any words said, both Damien and Roxy knew this moment would last forever. Who would've thought that anyone would ever be kind to Roxy like this? And who would've thought that Damien would ever find such a strange and unique creature? Neither one had any answers, they just continued on with the moment that sealed their bond to each other as trusting and loyal friends. Damien walked to the drivers side of the car, opened the door, sat down, and closed the door. He asked Roxy to do the same thing on the other side. She did. Now inside the machine, she realized that her entire perspective on these car things was wrong. These weren't unstoppable machines that killed animals on the road because that's just what they did. They were a means of transportation. She took a moment to close her eyes and sink into the padded seat as this realization set in. For the first time in her life, happy tears formed. Damien did not interrupt this. A moment later, she opened her eyes, rubbed her tears away, looked over to Damien, and saw that something had a hold of him! Panic! She was so panicked! Was this why these machines killed? Was this machine now in control of Damien? Before she had answers to any of these questions, she shouted out "Look! Something's got a hold of you! Are you okay?! Should I claw through it?!" This time, it was Roxy who was met with a confused look coming from Damien. He looked down, unbuckled his seatbelt, and took it off. This time, he explained what it was for as he put it on, and said that she needed to wear one as well. This isn't the smoothest car, being low to the ground with a tendency to bounce on uneven roads, therefore it was that much more important that they both wear their seatbelts. It was for their safety. Relieved that they weren't in any danger, Roxy followed his lead and put her belt on. After helping her get the end of the belt into the buckle, Damien started the car. Again, Roxy became fixated on the strangest things. "I've never seen a machine that purrs before. Usually they just bolt by at incredible speed." It took Damien a moment to realize what she was saying, before realizing that Roxy had become fixated on the sound of the engine idling, believing it to be some sort of mechanical purring. He took this moment to explain that the sound that each car makes changes as it speeds up and slows down. "This car does not purr when it's moving. You'll see. We'll start out slow, and go from there." Taking his time getting started smoothly and getting back on the road, he looked over to Roxy. She was just so amazed! She was inside one of these machines! It was moving, and it wasn't doing anything else. It wasn't screeching, beeping or swerving. Again, she simply sat there and took in all these new feelings and realizations, only interrupted by Damien saying something. "If I were you, I'd take the hat off and put it on the floor by your feet. You don't want it blowing away, like it blew away from me before you picked it up." In one quick motion, as if feeling this was an immediate command, she took her hat off her head and placed it on the floor. In doing so, this belt thing moved with her as she leaned forward, depositing her hat on the floor. Fascinating. She thought for sure that this belt would try to choke her or something as soon as she tried to move. On the way home, Damien continued to notice that Roxy was really enjoying herself. She was fascinated by every little thing! He let this go on for a few moments. Once they were about 15 minutes away from the, Damien decided to speak up. "Hey, Roxy. I need to be honest with you. I've never seen someone with ears and a tail like you before. I would imagine that nobody else has either. I don't know how people will react when they see you. I just ask that you focus on me, and on the car if you need to. Stay positive. We'll be home soon." That being said, nobody really seemed too put off by a cat girl in a convertible. That was, until someone approached Damien and Roxy while they were stopped at an intersection. Roxy froze, she closed her eyes, expecting something, anything to happen. Instead, a voice from outside the car said "Damien, is that you? It's me, Brent! You missed the launch!" He stopped talking, seeing this cat... Person... In the passenger seat. "Damien. Who's this? And where are your ears?" Confused, Damien didn't answer. He just looked forward, saying he had to get going, as the light was green. "Great job!" Said Damien, comforting his new friend. She still seemed tense, and he didn't really know what to do about this. 20 minutes of random conversations, and they were at his driveway. He pulled in, stopped, and turned the car off. Roxy's ears shot up, moving around like satellite dishes, searching for the sound of that mechanical purring. She never found it. "We're here. This is my house. Hold on just a moment while I help you out." Once Damien helped her out of the car, he got back in, and put the roof up. Again, Roxy was in complete awe. This thing, it was closing, with Damien inside it. But he wasn't afraid, and it seemed like he wanted the machine to do this. Finally, it stopped moving. A solid CLICK was heard before Damien exited the car, stating that he was done and it was time to go inside. "Before we do, I..." Roxy tensed again as she paused, as if having a hard time saying whatever was on her mind. "... I need to use your lawn. I'll be right back." "Stop that, Roxy." Damien said with authority in his voice. "We don't do that here. I'll show you to the bathroom." This didn't click in Roxy's head. She didn't realize this bathroom was where she was supposed to relieve herself. "But I have to go so bad! How long before I can come back outside?!" "Calm down, Roxy. I'll show you to my bathroom. We do that in the bathroom here." Said Damien, realizing the miscommunication. He took her hand and led her inside. She seemed stiff. He didn't know if this was from being overwhelmed, nervous, desperate for the toilet, or maybe some combination of all of these things. After a few steps, Roxy stopped. Pulling back at his hand, she exclaimed to Damien "Please! I have to go! Let me go back outside!" The only response she got was Damien saying to follow him, and he continued leading her further into the house. He opened the bathroom door, and found that Roxy was now shaking. Looking over to her, he saw that she was bent forward, fists to her sides, breathing heavy, with desperation in her eyes. She didn't say anything. "Roxy, it's okay. Here. It's simple!" Said Damien, as he opened the toilet and explained that she'd need to sit on it before she let go. Making sure Roxy understood, he exited the bathroom to give her privacy. He heard a very powerful stream hit the floor. Then it stopped. Then another powerful stream. This repeated several times before he heard a continuous and very powerful stream hitting the water in the bowl. It lasted almost as long as his did when he relieved himself in the woods! How much was she holding?! No wonder she seemed off. With her pants wet and no idea what to do next, Roxy started crying. It was almost like she was trapped all over again! Damien knocked, and announced he was coming in before opening the door. He found a crying Roxy on the floor. Ears flopped over, tail lying flat against the puddle on the floor and completely soaked, sobbing furiously, she was a wreck. "Roxy. It's okay. There's no need to cry. I'll start a shower to get you cleaned up. C'mon, cheer up. I have some sweatpants you can wear once you're all clean, and I'm sure some of Travis' shirts will fit you. We've got a way to get you clean, and new clothes. I'll take care of the puddle. Seriously, don't worry about it. Just focus on cheering up." Damien took a moment to show Roxy how to adjust the water temperature, as well as how to squeeze the soap and shampoo out of the bottles. After instructing Roxy to undress and pull the curtain across the shower, Damien stood outside the bathroom in wait for her to tell him to come back in. He still needed to clean her puddle. "I... I pulled it across. You can... Come in now." Said a very nervous Roxy in the shower. "Okay, I'm coming in now. Make sure you keep the curtain closed." "What? Why would I open it with you right there?!" "Just making sure." With that Damien came into the bathroom and began cleaning the floor under her puddle. This was very yellow urine with a strong odor. He couldn't help but wonder if she was properly hydrated or not. And with such a beautiful young lady on the other side of the door, he had to pay attention to hide his labored breathing. He had a humongous hard on. Luckily, Roxy was so immersed in the shower that she didn't notice his arousing scents. This was completely new to her. The warm water and steam melted all her tension away, cleared her nose and throat, and relaxed her tremendously. Having finished, she turned the water off. "Damien, are you still in here?" "No. I'm outside in the hallway. If you're done, I'm going to start dinner. There's towels hanging on the walls, use those to dry off before you put your clothes on." "Okay, I will." Roxy was still interpreting the things Damien said as commands. She had to dry off before putting on clothes. It would take time for her to become comfortable around people. That being said, everything that happened today was extremely pleasant, with the exception of her accident of course. While Roxy was drying off, Damien was downstairs starting two boxes of Hamburger Helper. Stirring the meat and adding just a pinch of his favorite spices, he hoped it would help Roxy to calm down about everything that's happened. After opening the bathroom door, Roxy's nose was filled with the most interesting of smells. It smelled like cooked meat. Something was different than the pots over fire that her dad used to use. This was more subtle, no smoky smells or anything. Mixed with a separate aroma... A sort of fiery smell, but not like the outdoor fires she was used to. Did Damien use a different kind of fire when he was cooking indoors? Following her nose, it didn't take Roxy long to find the kitchen where Damien was adding the noodles. That's when she saw it. A calm blue flame, coming out of metal. A very different fire than what she was used to. No wonder it smelled so different. Wait, that it! It was a faint smell similar to those outdoor wells! Is this what those were for? Didn't matter, her mind was on whatever was in the pan. End of part 1. I'm planning a thorough desperation event in part 2. I tried mixing desperation with the ride home, but the whole desperation in the car theme didn't make much sense, as I intentionally portrayed Roxy as not understanding these car things, and how she was so deeply invested in everything that was happening at the moment. It seemed like it would ruin that if I had her start a conversation about desperation while in the car. Also, I didn't want to have to choreograph a wetting scene outside in the city, and I'm not going to make her wet inside the car.
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    Stitched together my wetting video, and when you come in to see me. Tried to be cute~ 😘 if I didn't get it right lmk what you'd like next time~ be gentle with me 😉
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  13. I will 100% say that I'm just using a similar idea to user's OrionBelt's idea which they have also posted here: I honestly can't believe I never considered this idea despite it being so gold. So I hope you like my take on it. --- Warner couldn’t believe his luck, both good and bad. He had just applied and got into college, which he thought was great considering his mediocre grades throughout high school. Unfortunately the bad luck came from after getting through the application process, particularly when it came to his living situation. The standard dorms were full, perhaps this school should’ve had more stricter standards seeing as they let someone like him in. So he was left with some rather terrible sounding options when it came to a small dorm which only housed a handful of students at best. Said handful of students in this case all being girls outside of him. Due to just the uneven number, it ended up that he’d be sharing this small dorm with 5 other girls he had never met before, a nightmare for someone such as himself. Warner wasn’t someone who was a mess when it came to women, but he was far from confident with being with them. He had only gone on one date throughout all of high school and it was a disaster, leaving a mental scar on the man. If he had to live with just girls this year in college, then he knew he would never lose that anxious feeling he had as he pulled into the small parking space besides the building where he’d be spending his college life at. The dorm was a bit rundown, to call it just old would be a compliment. From what he was told, the only private places they’d be able to afford here would be just their bedrooms. Other than that, the kitchen, dinning, and entertainment space would all be shared across them. This also included the lone bathroom in the center. He took a deep breath as he got out of his car and grabbed his backpack. There were many other things he needed to bring inside, but this would be enough to start with as he needed to find his room. Warner used the key given to him to unlock the door and walked inside. He heard the sounds of a television, where he eyed a girl with brunette sitting by herself while also using her laptop. “Hello?” He spoke nervously. “Um, I’m Warner. I’m supposed to be living here?” “Oh?” She turned her head, revealing a pretty face. “Ah, right it’s you.” She got up, smiling as the girl walked to him and introduced herself. “I’m Lorene.” They shook hands as he also introduced himself. From the looks of the main room for this dorm, it appeared that it was small enough that every facet was visible regardless of where one stood. So the only true privacy one could attain was either their own bedrooms or the bathroom, which was separated between the toilet and shower portion. “It looks like everyone else is already here.” He commented, noting the name tags on all the doors besides one of them. “Yeah, we’ve all been living here for a few days now.” She answered, still maintaining her charm. He was glad the first person he met here was kind, hopefully the others would follow suit. “I can’t say that living with a guy was something I wanted to do when I got to college, but I promise we don’t have to make it weird.” “That’s good.” He wasn’t sure how he’d act about the situation too, but Warner knew he didn’t want to come off as some sort of creep. That would lead to numerous complications. “But I can’t promise that for everyone.” For the first time upon seeing her, he saw her frown a bit. “We’ve kind of been talking about it since we all got a head start. So I know some of the girls aren’t happy about this, but I think we can make it work.” Her words only served to make him more concerned about that situation. Those girls who were against his presence could do something to force him out, but he’d have to meet them to know for sure what they might be willing to do. His train of thought became broken when the pair heard a banging on the front entrance. Since it was large double doors with full windows on both side, they both were able to see a short girl banging. “Lorene! Can you open the door?” She yelled, her voice muffled through the glass, as she also danced around. “Oh, did you forget your keys again?” Lorene walked at a brisk pace to open up the door for the clearly desperate girl. “You know, one day one of us isn’t going to be around to let you in.” “I know, I just totally forgot.” The new girl made a beeline towards the bathroom, but stopped when she saw Warner. “Who’s this?” “This is Warner.” Lorene answered. “He’s the guy that’s supposed to be living with us.” “Oh, that’s cool.” She extended a hand and introduced herself. “I’m Rosaline, nice to meet you.” He would’ve properly introduced himself, but she was far too much in a rush. “Sorry, I just need to use the ladies room.” She had her thighs tightly pressed together as she talked to him. A lot of her was on full display with her thick thighs exposed due to her short shorts. Then she finally made her quick exit to the privacy of the bathroom to relieve her bursting bladder. He was unsure about the sight he had just witnessed. The girl was obviously desperate to pee, yet she wasn’t shy at all about it around him. Something about the scene made his own heart race a bit. “She’s such a klutz sometimes.” Lorene commented, giggling about the display. “Come on, you need some help getting your stuff to you room? I got your back.” “Thanks.” He said as they went outside to his car. Warner could tell this would certainly be an interesting experience he would have over the course of the next school year.
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  15. Hello ! My boyfriend likes to wearing his peed boxer white cotton briefs. He likes pees through them every moment and they are already more than 30 time peed.He likes his yellow collor and feeling from this when wearing them.Does anybody here with the same experiences? I mean simply wearing peed unders. ? He likes sit on toilet and pee through them again and again .
  16. I've been experimenting with new things this week and tried to do something other than a desperation hold. Inspired by this post on r/orgasmgames, I thought there must be a fun way to use this random timer as a part of my new peeing/holding/wetting play. Below is what I enjoyed last night, broken into different stages. The first stage: Starting when I already had a strong urge to pee, I started with the timer set between 5 and 15 minutes (not set to automatically repeat) while I was watching tv. During this part, when the timer went off, I would have to stop what I was doing, get up, go to the bathroom, undress/pull down my pants and either sit or stand (penis-owner here) in front of the toilet to get my body to start naturally wanting to pee, and then hold it and not allow myself to pee. Then I'd pull my pants up, go back to the living room, and start the timer again. I did this for a little while, allowing my frustration and desperation to grow as time went on. I moved on to the next "stage" kinda just when I felt like it. The next stage was to force myself to leak when the timer went off, but only for as long as the timer was flashing. No matter how long you set the timer for, the alarm will only go off for 5 seconds at a time, then it either will restart automatically or not depending on how you've set it. When I first entered the leaking stage I set the timer to go off anywhere between 90 seconds and 300 seconds (5 minutes) and set it to automatically repeat now. Every time the alarm would start going off I would have only 5 seconds to try and make myself leak, but I needed to stop no matter what once that 5 second window was up. For me this was a perfectly challenging amount of time to try and leak. Being as desperate as I was I couldn't really tell how much time had gone by. With such a large window between 90 and 300 seconds, I felt like I needed to constantly be trying to stay relaxed enough so that when the timer went off I'd be about to actually get some pee out in time while also not relaxing too much that I peed before the alarm went off or couldn't stop myself once I started. This was THRILLING. I stayed in this staged for only about 6 times through the timer cycle. 2 of the times I wasn't relaxed enough to get anything out in time and it felt amazingly frustrating to see/hear the alarm go off, try to fully let myself go and start peeing, only to miss the mark and have to wait until the cycle went around again. 3 of the other times I managed to squeeze out just about 1 seconds worth of pee before having to stop myself. The 1 other time I got really lucky that I was breathing deeply and almost on the edge of letting go too soon when the alarm went off and I got to pee for almost 4 full seconds! That was the most difficult time to stop though. (For this stage I didn't allow myself to be in the bathroom at all because I wanted to make sure I didn't cave too early. I usually only wet in the bathtub. Moving on to what was my last two stages of the night, I first dropped the timer range to be between 75 and 90 seconds. This only last for about 2 cycles and I decided I wanted more of a rush/challenge of having to start/stop more frequently. I was able to pee for about 2/3 seconds each time the alarm went off and by now I had fully soaked through the front of my briefs and the khakis I was wearing. Then for the last stage I dropped the timer to be between 30 and 75 seconds. I managed to make it through about 4 or 5 cycles with varied success before I decided I wanted to fully let go and just wet myself completely. I had a blast messing around with the different ways to use this timer, and just thought I'd share my ideas. Enjoy, E
  17. Welcome to my first ever double banger! I usually try to make stories that build socially and then end in desperation and wetting, but I decided one that's exclusively about these situations would be welcome! The only two who won't be participating in the desperation and wetting elements are Damien and Travis. These two are also in my ongoing series Roxy - Friend Turned Family where an animalized human is discovered in the woods and struggles to discover what she is, where her abilities come from, and how to help those around her. Note that Damien and Travis' descriptions and personalities are copy-pasted from Roxy - Friend Turned Family. Let's meet our troublesome duo before the real story begins! Damien is a tall 26 year old man that lives in the city. He works on his sportscar and loves driving fast. He stands 5'11", often sporting black Dickies cargo jeans, a blue Summit Racing Equipment shirt and a white-on-gray hat with the 3RK logo on the front. He has blue eyes, brown hair parted high and swished over to the right, as well as black plastic glasses with blue accents. His car of choice is a 2004 Audi TT Roadster. The turbo charged, all-wheel-drive convertible captured his heart after the first test drive! At 30 years old, Travis stood at at 6' 5" and was incredibly muscular! He featured a rather square face with green eyes and a partial beard. The man was a fitness nut, having become a manager at a local gym. His broad shoulders held onto long arms packed with muscle. You couldn't see it under his shirt, but he had a rather visible eight-pack. His chest was large and wide, as was his stomach and muscular legs. Everything about this man's figure was turned up to 11. Story begins here! This was shaping up to be a wonderful evening for the troublesome duo! They'd both secured dates with TOTAL HOTTIES that would start early in the afternoon and continue on through midnight! Both men were so deeply involved with their hobbies and passions that they put that on their profiles, narrowing their searches down to people who are into the same things. They'd ended up with Kristen and Bailey, two young and beautiful girls looking for a fun night! At only 1:00 in the afternoon, Damien left to go pick up his date! At a current 75 degrees and a high of 82, it was perfect weather for Damien to put his convertible top down! He'd spent the previous day doing touch ups to the polish on his baby, and she currently shined like a diamond! He'd stored extra water bottles in a compartment behind the cupholders, those would be useful later! Travis did the same. His Lincoln Town car was also a convertible, and it had space for some more goodies than just water bottles! He had some real fun planned! At about 1:45, Damien reached his destination. He texted Kristen that he was there and honked his horn once. He was only waiting for a moment before she stepped out of her apartment. Damien got out of his car and greeted his new favorite person on the planet! Kristen was a 24 year old racecar driver who loved the challenges of the back roads during rain and snow! A perfect fit for Damien! As the duo exchanged pleasantries, they naturally checked each other out. Kristen couldn't help but notice how perfectly in shape Damien was! At 170lbs, Damien was exactly where he wanted to be! Kristen on the other hand, she was even more perfect! At 5' 5" and 145lbs, she was also exactly where she wanted to be! Her C cup breasts perfectly filled her light blue party dress! Her perfect butt also filled the lower portion of her dress perfectly! The thin fabric swayed as she walked, creating a truly mesmerizing effect! Her blue eyes and brown hair only added to her perfect figure! She was even more beautiful than she was in the pictures online! Damien was going to have the time of his life! At roughly 1:50, Travis reached his destination. He texted his date that he was there and also was not kept waiting. Out of the front door came Bailey, a 27 year old daughter of a gym owner! She often helped at the gym that her father owned and she liked it so much that she'd asked her father to hire her! Naturally, she was now the manager directly under her father! As the two exchanged pleasantries, they checked each other out as well. At 5' 2", Bailey wasn't too tall, but she had everything where it was needed. Her DD cup breasts meant she had to have a party dress made to fit her, and man did the light blue dress do just that! It also did its best to cover her large butt, which was proportional to her DD size breasts! Her brown eyes and black hair added to the look she had going on, making her even better looking than the pictures online! Travis was truly going to have the time of his life! Both men texted each other that they'd pickup up their dates and were ready to head to the lake! Both couples departed with their convertible tops open, with both girls enjoying the weather on the way there. With it being slightly warm and no clouds in the sky, both men offered a water bottle to their dates. Of course, both girls drank it over the course of the ride to the lake. Damien and Kristen arrived first. They got out, stretched, and claimed a picnic table by the swan-shaped paddle boats. They'd began talking about themselves, what they like to do, and what they'd do for the rest of the day! The afternoon fun was to be had at the lake, while the night fun would be had at the club! A few minutes later, Travis and Bailey pulled up. The couple claimed a picnic table next to Damien and his date. They also began talking about whatever came to mind, and went over the plan for the night. Both Damien and Travis purposely withheld the other plans they had... 😉 After about half an hour of chatting and getting a good understanding of what everyone liked to do, both couples got their swimwear out of their cars and got changed in the nearby locker rooms. You see, there was a wonderful secret about this lakeside park... There were no bathrooms in the locker rooms! The only bathroom (yes, singular) was attached to the pavilion on the far side of the park. You could barely even see the pavilion from the lake, and there were no signs for the bathrooms, so both girls had to get changed into their bikinis and come back to their dates without a bathroom break. Damien and Travis packed a late lunch and a couple water bottles into picnic baskets which they placed in the swan boats. Greeting their dates, the duo showed their girls to the boats and both couples paddled out to the center of the lake. Now comes the fun part! They all four stood up on their swans and dove into the lake! Naturally, the muscular men were the first to make it back to the surface, with the girls only a few seconds behind. The two couples swam a small distance away from each other and began a game of splash ball, followed by a foam frizbee. After about an hour of swimming and goofing off, they'd all returned to their swans and began eating their late lunches. Naturally, everyone had worked up a hunger and a thirst. Even though they still hadn't gone to the bathroom, both girls went ahead and had their water bottles over the course of the next 20 minutes. After finishing lunch, the group retreated to the shore and reattached the swans to the pier before changing back into their good clothes. "There has to be a toilet in here somewhere. Who's ever heard of a locker room without a toilet?" Said Bailey, doing a lap around the locker room. Kristen helped her look, but both came up empty. They just stood there, angry at who on earth designed a locker room with changing booths and showers but no toilets! Damien and Travis simply peed in the showers, then ran the water for a moment to "flush" the showers so they wouldn't smell. Once out of the locker rooms, Damien and Travis packed their picnic baskets away and waited for their dates to return. "Maybe we should just ask." Said Kristen, upset that she was now reaching the limit of how much she could hold without showing her desperation. "Yeah, can't hurt anything. Besides, I gotta go pretty bad too." Replied Bailey, also consciously stopping herself from showing her desperation. The two girls came out of the locker rooms with their bikinis and placed them back in their bags. Kristen was the one to ask. "Hey Damien, where are the restrooms around here?" "Yeah, about that. Travis and I have a bet going. Whoever can hold it the longest gets $100! Loser gets $50, so it's worth your effort even if you don't win!" Said Damien, grinning like an idiot as he waved his $150 around in front of the girls! "What?" Replied an angry Bailey. "Simple. Whoever bursts first gets $50. The other gets $100. You're free to use the restroom at the pavilion if you'd like, but that will be considered a forfeit and you we'll cut your prize in half." Spoke Travis, using his booming voice to make sure the girls understand what's going on here. "So it's just a holding contest with a prize?" Asked Kristen. "Yep. That's all there is to it." Replied Travis. "Awesome! This'll be the easiest $100 I've ever made!" Screamed Bailey, jumping with joy! "In your dreams! That's my prize money, just you wait!" Yelled Kristen, taking one of her signature stances and pointing her live little finger at Bailey! And wait they did... Over the next hour, both girls grew considerably desperate for the toilet. Neither could sit still anymore. "Hey, if I were to... Go in the grass... Would I still get my $50?" Asked Kristen, her hands burried in her crotch! She was lifting one leg at a time, keeping her knees together, and her hips swayed from side to side! All this while she was slightly bent forward, a look of pure desperation on her face! Her modest size breasts were caught between her arms, squished together and protruding outwards! They bounced every time she swayed! "Why wouldn't you? You'd lose the contest of course, but you'll still get your money." Replied Damien. "Ready to give up over there?" Teased Bailey, a hand tugging at the end of her dress while she switched from foot to foot and swayed her hips side to side. Her large breasts bounced about as she bobbed, making for quite the show! "No, not yet. I just don't wanna ruin my dress." Replied Kristen, holding back a humongous wave of desperation! "Good! It'd be rather pathetic if you burst so soon!" Teased Bailey, desperately holding back the urge to jam her hands into her crotch! Another 10 minutes went by before the first sure signs of a winner and loser became obvious... Sweating from the effort required to continue her struggle, Bailey had both her hands burried in her crotch! She was doing a rather frantic pee dance, twisting and switching feet, bouncing on her heels, doubling over at times, bouncing her perfect ass and boobs to the ends of the world, and sporting a truly desperate expression! Kristen wasn't doing too hot either... She was the first to put her hands in her crotch, and they still hadn't moved much. She'd often reposition one hand while the other stayed burried into her burning pussy! She continued twisting and shifting, doubling over once in a while, stomping and lifting her legs, anything she could do to keep the flood gates closed! Finally, Bailey had reached her limit! "Alright alright I give up! I can't do it anymore!" She screamed, frantically looking for any privacy. Alas, there was none out here in the middle of the picnic area... With no options left, she hobbled over to the far side of a nearby picnic table and squatted down. She frantically lifted her dress as a few boiling hot spurts dampened her panties! Finally pulling per black panties aside, she let out a torrent akin to a broken fire hydrant! "Okay okay you win! My turn!" Yelled Kristen, also hobbling over and hiding behind a nearby picnic table! "Not just yet! It's a tie if you don't wait until Bailey finishes! You want your prize money, right?" Grinned Damien, again waving his money around like some sort of rich man betting on a street performance! "But... But..." Muttered Kristen, putting all her remaining strength into keeping her boiling hot piss contained! She was doubling over, furiously grabbing her crotch, raising her knees to her stomach as she repeatedly switched feet, anything to keep her eruption contained! Finally, it happened! A boiling hot spurt dampened her panties and she frantically doubled over even harder, putting weight into her hands on her crotch! Seeing the situation happening a few tables over, Bailey slowed her stream and took her sweet time to finish up! She giggled to herself as she continued to tease poor Kristen! "Hurry up over there! I'm positively bursting over here!" Screamed Kristen, the desperation causing her voice to waiver. She continued her dance, her movements becoming even more frantic! She gasped loudly as another boiling hot spurt erupted into her hot pink panties! This time, it was almost impossible to stop the flow! What was left was nothing short of the most amazing potty dance anyone had ever seen, coupled with profuse sweating and sharp breathing! Finally, Bailey centered her panties and let her dress back down. Standing up, she just caught a glimpse of Kristen as she quickly squatted down and yanked her panties aside! She'd already gotten a hold of her dress on her way down, so she already had it lifted. "HAAAAHHHHHHHHH" Exclaimed Kristen! Her entire body shuddered as she was overcome with relief and pleasure! Her stream flew over 5 feet before finally slamming back down to the ground! She peed like fire hydrant for over a minute straight, impressing everyone watching! "Here's your $50" Said Damien, handing a $50 bill to Bailey. Man she sure can put on a show! How is she still going?! Thought Damien, his eyes locked on Kristen who wasn't as well hidden as she'd hoped to be. He could make out the shape of her butt, the end of her stream on the far side of the table, and everyone could see her head sticking up from behind the table! PHEW "That's better!" Said Kristen, not realizing she'd said that loud enough for everyone to hear... "I bet it was! That was quite the show! You've definitely earned your pay! C'mon over and grab your $100!" Yelled Damien, waving at Kristen who was working on standing back up and straightening her dress out... Kristen came over and put her prize money in her purse. She continued to talk about how much better she felt after that, and that she hadn't gone since 6:00 in the morning! "You didn't pee since morning?!" Shrieked Bailey, now realizing she'd just competed with someone who hadn't used the restroom right before they left for their date. That thought really sunk in... How can anyone hold that much?! We now skip ahead 4 hours. Everyone except for Kristen went to the restroom at the city park about an hour ago... Arriving at the night club, both couples downed the house special! Raspberry Daiquiri with orange peel on the rim of the glass! It was so good, both girls downed several of these and chased them with a full bottle of Mountain Dew! With their thirsts quenched and spirits ablaze, the couples took to the dancefloor! They danced and danced and danced! They took turns in the spotlight, dancing continuously for over an hour! After that performance, they were all rather sweaty and had worked up another thirst to be quenched. Everyone had some cherry house cola before leaving. As they walked out of the club, Damien spoke up. "There's actually one more place we had planned for tonight. There's an old lookout just north of here! It overlooks the entire city, and if you look the other way, you can escape the city's glow and see all the stars you never can in the city! We already reserved it, of course!" "What's this 'we' nonsense? I paid for it. You didn't wanna pay for any of the reservations tonight, since you were handling the bet money!" Retorted Travis, pouting at Damien. "Wait. You reserved everything? The park, the club, and the lookout?" Asked a curious Kristen, wondering just how much money these two dudes had... "Yep. Although the club was just to make sure they didn't fill up before we got there." Said Travis, still glaring at Damien. "You see, our buddy Damien here is rather popular with both the authorities and the local businesses. He's organized the dispersal of rallies, paid for homeless shelters, and ran campaigns to promote local small businesses. Needless to say, the city does what it can to return the favor." "Yeah, that about sums it up. Being popular also means being busy, even if that's with people that are as much animals as they are people..." Said Damien, pulling out a picture of Roxy drooling over a pan of Hamburger Helper! "Those ears are not a headband, and that tail is not a belt. She's got claws too, nearly cut me in half..." Giggled Travis. "Knocked the whole table over too..." Laughed Damien. "It was fun while it lasted. She doesn't belong in the city." Said Travis, trying to keep the conversation grounded so their dates wouldn't get jealous. "Definitely not. Everything just seemed alien to her. She didn't know how to use forks and knives, never slept on a real bed, even just the hot water seemed to amaze her!" Responded Damien, following Travis' lead to keep this conversation about Roxy's differences instead of talking her up. "Remember how she understood the pets though? I'd given Sasquatch one of those Salmon Lovers meals that morning, yet she went and complained to Roxy that she hadn't had any of her fishies in over a week." "Who's Sasquatch?" Asked Kristen, entranced by the picture she was looking at... Cat ears sticking out of Roxy's head, a tail sticking out just below her behind, and real claws... Simply amazing! "My cat." Answered Travis. "She understood your pet cat?" Asked Bailey, filled with amazement towards whoever this Roxy person was! "Yep. The dog too. That one really surprised me. I asked her if she can understand all the animals in the world, and she said she probably could if she had enough time... She also said she's more fluent in bear than she is in English or feline. Something about being forced to learn so she could stop them from bullying her over territory." Responded Damien. "She lives in the woods?" Asked Bailey. "Uh, she did for a while before I found her out there starving. Her shelter was falling apart and she said she'd been kept at a farm and abused before making her escape. Thing is, nobody walks the road that goes by the woods where she made her shelter, and she was deathly afraid of cars. It was a struggle convincing her to come back so I could get her a proper meal and some good clothes. We had a whole adventure. Eventually, our dog helped her sniff out her mother. Turns out, she comes from a whole family of animalized people that live in a mansion in the woods. It's really burried though, like you'd never find it if you didn't already know it was there. No roads or driveway or anything." Said Damien, doing his best to talk up Roxy's abilities instead of her as a person... Last thing he wanted to do was make his date jealous of someone he'd spent the night with before... But they didn't need to know that part... "That's just... What do I even say?" Muttered Kristen, somewhat jealous, but mostly just amazed with this Roxy person they were talking about... "You don't know the half of it. I know it sounds like I'm making this up, but she jumps so high you can't even see her! Damien told me that she sprints on all fours and leaps from the base of one tree to another. I got to see a bit of this at the mansion too. She's probably faster than a lot of the traffic around here when she's really going for it!" Said Travis. "Uhuh... Either way, we should get started. We'll miss our reservation if we don't get going!" Said Damien, taking the opportunity to change the subject to literally anything else. "Yeah, you lead the charge!" Said Travis, showing his date back to his car. Damien did the same... "It said on your bio that you're a racecar driver, and I saw you own an S2000. I was wondering... Wanna put your harness on and we'll hit the twisties on the backroads to the lookout?" Said Damien, trying to get his mind to switch off of Roxy... This night was supposed to be about his date, and about the next game they had planned... "Sure! Show me what this baby can do!" Said Kristen, readjusting her dress and tightening the harness down. Luckily, her dress covered just enough skin that the harness didn't make contact with any bare areas on her. "Alright! Here we go!" Said Damien, slipping his baby into first gear and taking off! The two of them went for one hell of a ride! Damien was alternating between all wheel drive drifting and inner wheel lifts as he swung back and forth through the backroads! These roads were barely wide enough to drive normally, and somehow he was navigating them flawlessly at over 80 mph at night! Not just that, but she found herself amazed by how refined his maneuvers were! He'd lift up the inside wheel and hang it over the dilapidated shoulders before setting the car back down on all four wheels. At no point in any of this did Kristen feel the wheel come off the ground. Far as she was aware, Damien had simply figured out the car's center of balance. And not just that! Even though they were going upwards of 80 mph and Damien had to repeatedly slow down for turns and then speed back up, Kristen never got moved in her seat! Even at this speed, his driving was so smooth that she wasn't even sure if she needed the harness... Hell, she couldn't even feel when he changed gears. She's seen him do it over and over, but never felt any of it! Even when he drifted, he moved the car's weight so smoothly that the tires never screeched and the car never jerked when he straightened back out and gunned it! Several times, the turbo's whistle had become a howl, and she still felt like he wasn't driving hard... And that's exactly what was going on. Damien wasn't driving hard at all. He was just cruising, albeit at a much higher speed that most others could ever pull off. Travis on the other hand, he definitely wasn't a racer. His car's headlights lit up the road just enough for him to drive normally, which was rather smooth and just a hair over the speed limit. He and his date were going slow enough to still hear each other over the wind through the open convertible, and they found themselves talking about critters they'd seen in the woods recently. Naturally, Damien and his date arrived far earlier than Travis and crew. They got out of the car, stretched, and went for a quick walk to kill some time. Arriving about ten minutes later, Travis and his date stood up and stretched... Well, as best they could... Bailey's bladder was filling up again and she was to the point where stretching would make it near impossible to hide her situation... "Hey guys! You ready to head up to the top?" Asked Damien, nodding to the top of a square tower with aircraft warning lights on the corners. "I'm good. You ready, Bailey?" Responded Travis. "Yeah, that's cool. There's restrooms, right?" Responded Bailey. "Yep. The nice ones that're always clean are on the fourth floor." Responded Damien. "Okay. Then we're ready. We'll make a pit stop on the fourth floor." Said Bailey. Phew. Glad she spoke up so I don't have to. Thought Kristen. She hadn't gone to the bathroom since the park... Not only did she have the alcohol and the bottle of mountain dew and can of club soda in her, but since she hadn't peed since the picnic area, she still had a bottle of water sloshing around in her too! The group entered the elevator and pressed 4. The old elevator started up, dinging on the second and third floors before stopping on the fourth floor and opening the doors. Exiting the elevators, the girls followed the signs to the nearest restrooms. "Under Renovations. Additional facilities in penthouse." Read the sign in front of the restrooms... The girls came walking back to the elevator, explaining the situation to their dates. Damien went ahead and hit the button for the top floor, and the old elevator once again started its way up the shaft. Travis started a conversation about the elevator at a mall he likes, and how it has glass sides so you can see everything around you as you go up and down. The girls joined in, taking the opportunity to keep themselves distracted from their need... Looking at the floor indicator, Travis thought something was up... It hadn't dinged in a moment, and he was sure they'd gone up several floors since it last changed... Suddenly, the old elevator shook to a stop! "What the hell?!" Screamed Kristin, taking her hand off her crotch after grabbing it momentarily when the elevator shook. "Looks like we're stuck. I'll call for help." Said Damien, pulling away the cover to the emergency phone underneath the controls. He picked it up, only to find it to be dead. No dial tone, no response when he tried asking if anyone was there, and nothing happened when he hit the Alarm button. "Bad news. Phone doesn't work. I'll call the police on my cell phone and have them get us out of here. It's not safe to try to force our way out." "Tell them to hurry! I really gotta go over here!" Said Kristen, doing her best to avoid shoving a hand between her legs... "Don't worry. I'll tell them what's up." Responded Damien, pulling out his cell phone and finding it to also be dead. "Travis, gimme your phone. I'm out of battery." Travis reached in his pocket, only to realize he'd left his phone on the holder in his car. "Either of you girls got a phone?" Asked Damien, looking to Kristen and Bailey. "Yeah, use mine!" Said Kristen, handing her phone over to Damien. Dialing 9-1-1, Damien only had to wait a couple seconds before someone picked up. He explained his situation, and asked that they hurry, as he's got a situation brewing in here. It's getting rather hot with the ventilation not working. "Okay..." "Okay..." "Thank you." "They said they have to contact the company that maintains the elevator so that they know whether or not it's safe to force the doors open." Said Damien, relaying the news to everyone else. It was a long five minutes before their cell phone rang once again. Damien picked up, finding it to be the same 9-1-1 operator. He once again thanked her for her help before hanging up. "They'll be here in about two hours. In the meantime, we should open the hatch on the ceiling so it doesn't get deathly hot in here." Said Damien, once again calmly relaying the news to everyone else in the elevator. "That's not fair! I can't wait that long!" Cried Bailey, tears forming in her eyes as she began to panic! "I don't think I can wait that long either... Said Kristen, now placing a hand on the edge of her dress... "Well, if you really can't wait, you could always just go in the corner. I'm sure they'll understand if we explain our situation." Said Travis, doing his best to keep his date calm. "I'M NOT DOING THAT!" Said Bailey. At least she seemed slightly less panicked... "How about we play a game to pass the time? It's called Never Have I Ever. We just take turns talking about things we have and haven't done." Said Damien, once again taking charge of the situation. His inability to panic sure came in handy in situations like this... And so, an hour went by while the group talked about things they've done, things they wished they'd done, and things they regretted doing... "Oooh I gotta GO!" Exclaimed Bailey, her hands in her crotch and her legs shifting back and forth... She wasn't frantic like she was at the picnic area, but she was definitely showing her need for the toilet. "Yeah, me too..." Responded Kristen, gently tugging at the edge of her dress as she rubbed her knees together... "It's okay. We're already halfway there. Just another hour and we'll be free." Said Travis, leaning against the wall out of boredom. Travis didn't tell anyone that he had more than a telescope in his backpack... He also had a see through portable toilet with the female tip on it! He'd planned to really hydrate his date and make out over a full bladder before making her go in a very visible manner, but that now seemed like it would go rather differently... He'd brought this along as a way to tease his date and make sure he could keep her urine for later, but now it looked like they might be the salvation his date needed! "Hold on, I have something that might help. Unfortunately, I only have though..." Travis pulled out a 1.5L portable urinal complete with the tip so girls could easily use it without spilling! "Naughty man! What on earth were you planning with that thing?" Asked Damien, a shit eating grin stretching from one ear to the other! "Just... You know... Some extra fun... Looks like that just changed though." Responded Travis, his cheeks beat red with embarrassment. "Only one? What do we do?" Asked Kristen, her eyes moving to Bailey who looked like she was feeling it a lot more than Kristen was... "You could both go just enough to take the edge off, or one of you could just let go... And leave the other desperate...." Said Damien, a boner forming in his pants! "I... I can wait... Give it to Bailey. Look at the poor thing, she's already grabbing herself..." Said Kristen, offering the full container to Travis's date. Her bladder protested profusely, but she simply told it to toughen up. She'd held longer than this before, and there's no reason she couldn't do it again. "That's unfair and you know it! I'll only use half of it, and you can have the other half." Responded Bailey, reaching for the portable urinal. "Everyone... Turn around..." She said as she turned to face the corner of the elevator and hiked her dress up. She lowered her panties and squatted down before allowing a slow stream to start. "hooohhhhhhhh" She said to herself, trying her best to stay quiet... The sound of her boiling hot piss hitting the urinal was just so amazing to Damien and Travis... The two sported some of the hardest boners they'd had in a long time! Within a couple seconds, Bailey's stream picked up in intensity and was now splashing loud against the urine already in the container! "This is bad... I can't stop it..." She said to herself, trying her best to stop her stream. No use, her entire body shuddered as it continued pouring out of her... She'd nearly filled the urinal to the top... No room for Kristen to use it... Bailey set the urinal down on the floor, stood up, pulled her panties up, and lowered her dress. "Kristen, I'm so sorry! There's no room for you to use it... Really, I'm sorry! I just couldn't stop!" Said Bailey, now beginning to cry as she realized what she'd done to her fellow passenger. "Don't cry. I told you I could wait. I've waited longer than this before." Said Kristen, trying her best to hide her desperation. She couldn't stop her knees from rubbing together, but she at least managed to take her hand off her dress... "I wouldn't worry about it. What's done is done. What's important now is staying calm." Said Damien, placing a spare baggie around the urinal to stop the smell from flooding the elevator. Another 45 minutes past, and the situation had changed... Poor Kristen was positively bursting! She had her hands burried in her crotch, her legs switched back and forth as she rubbed her thighs together and constantly switched feet... Her breathing was labored, her body shook, and she couldn't stand up straight anymore! Damien took a look at her bladder... A WATERMELON! He thought, seeing the massive organ pushing against her dress. There's no way she's gonna last much longer... "C'mon guys just get here already! I really can't wait much longer!" Said Kristen, continuing her dance as she began to sweat. "It's okay. None of us will make fun of you if you need to pee on the floor." Said Travis, trying to find any way to salvage the situation.... "I'M NOT DOING THAT!" Kristen yelled, stomping her feet loudly! "Well, isn't it better than wetting yourself?" Said Damien, giving her a concerned look... "I'm not doing that either! I can wait." She said, now grabbing herself a little tighter... Another ten minutes went by and still no sign of the rescue crew. Poor Kristen was in shambles... She was doing one of the most frantic pee dances anyone had ever seen! Sweat was dripping off her face, her feet slammed against the floor while her thighs rubbed together with great strength, her breathing had turned into painful moaning, and she was nearly completely doubled over! "Hey Bailey, do me a favor! Quick! Pull my panties down! I can't let go or I'll lose it!" Shouted Kristen, her entire body continued to shudder as spurt after spurt escaped, soaking her panties and starting a softball size wet spot on her dress! Her boiling hot piss wanted out RIGHT NOW, and it was making that all too clear! "O-Okay." Said Bailey, reaching over and lifting the back of Kristen's dress. She tried her best to lower the poor girl's panties, but they wouldn't move! "Honey, you gotta move your hands. I can't get your panties down while you're clutching them." Kristen let out a load, hot moan as she changed her grip... One hand at a time, she moved them inside her panties, now directly against her burning pussy! Another powerful, boiling hot spurt escaped her grip! It forced its way through the gaps in her fingers and fell to the floor! Finally, Bailey got the poor girl's panties down! Kristen let out another hot moan as she readied herself to drop to a squat, only for the elevator doors to finally open! Outside stood police officers and maintenance men, turning away when they saw what was going on... "I can't... Not like this..." Yelled Kristen, losing another spurt through her fingers, running down her legs and dripping onto the floor! "Ah!" She exclaimed as her hold crumbled further... "THERE'S A BATHROOM ON THIS FLOOR, RIGHT?!" She screamed, getting a nod from one of the maintenance men... "It's right around the corner to the right." Said the man in a company uniform. "Thank you so much!" She yelled, hobbling out of the elevator! She'd completely forgotten that her panties were already down as she tripped and fell... Her boiling hot piss started shooting out of her as she lie there on her stomach! She moaned and cried, tried to get up but couldn't stop the flow, and finally just let it happen. It'd already soaked into the front of her dress and everything... "I-I'm so sorry..." Said the maintenance man, getting towels from a nearby supply closet. "Rest assured, you'll all get a full refund." And with that, Kristen went into the restroom and cleaned herself up as best as she could before the group took the stairs back down to the first floor. Damien placed a couple towels on the car seat and raised the top so Kristen wouldn't be embarrassed about people seeing her as they drove back to her place... Once there, She started a shower and invited Damien! The two had the time of their lives, burning red hot with passion while they did it in the shower!
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  20. So after research on this site, and others. I was able to compile a list of sensations and feelings that I was able to determine to be common for anyone that experienced a genuine loss of control accident. If I missed anything or something needs to be expanded upon or remove something that is inaccurate, let me know. Side Note: From what I can determine, not everyone experiences the same sensation/s, and sensation intensity varies from person to person. Obviously, the sensations are not in order. Some sensations pertaining to "Before" may be just before the start of an accident or several minutes prior. Possible Sensations of uncontrolled bladder related accident: After - Not noticing the sensation of peeing, just the temperature of liquid. Before/During/After - Fever like and/or chills Before - Sudden shiver throughout the whole body just before (Maybe the reflex action to the brain's bladder override signal) Before/During/after - Hairs standing on end During - Kind of Paralysis During - Muscles squeeze (tense Up) around bladder may feel like weight on the lower abdomen During - Sphincter relaxes involuntarily Before - Spasms Before/during - Drop/spurt During - gradual leaking Before - Bladder numbing sensation During/After - Muscle exhaustion around bladder and urethra (pain or soreness of the muscles) *1 Before - Waves of desperation, and relief Before - Before-urination-tingling in groin and around legs (most intense at tip of urethra) Before/during - goosebumps Before/During - Twitching urethra Before - tense stiff sensation in sections or all over the body Before - heavy bladder weight feeling Before - Bladders sensitive to touch Before - Desperation shocks During - Involuntary release reflex Before/During - Panic Breathing Before/during - Accelerated heart rate Before - Numbing-tingling in the groin area During/after - possible orgasm Before - Extra sensitivity of reproductive organs Before/during/after - subconscious panicky thoughts Before - Butterfly in the stomach Before/during/after - uncontrolled shaking in sections or all over the body Before/during/after - welling up tears not necessarily related to emotions of sadness or anger Before - Stinging in the tip of the urethra During - Random contract and relaxing of urethra and/or bladder muscles, creating a pulsating stream Before - Shaking sensation in bladder Before - feeling of bloating as bladder stretches After - Sinking sensation After - the jiggle After - Blushing After - Felling of embarrassment, shame, relief, and or euphoria After - Jelly feeling in the legs and stomach After - Suctioning of clothing and fabric to the body After - on and off feeling of needing to go I may try to organize these more in the future, a quasi order of operation, or categorize by time a sensation may be felt Before/During/After an accident.
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  22. I've had this fantasy in my head for a long time. Excited to finally attempt to bring it into reality! Hope you enjoy 😉 - Milo Four Desperate Passengers, and a Fern by Milo Snatch Chapter 1 April really did not plan this well. She was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap, squeezed between boxes and bins of their things piled to the roof in the backseat of his college roommate’s Subaru. “Fuck!” The former roommate, Nova, yelled, laying hard on the horn, their blue and purple cropped sparkly hair whirling in frustration and a flush rising across pale, freckled cheeks, their black band t-shirt and grey sweats clinging to their skin on the hot LA summer day. Even their feet were sweating in their black sneakers. “Love,” said a deep, soft voice from the front passenger seat, “They all heard you the first, second, fifth time. This isn’t making the traffic move any faster.” “Yeah, yeah, I know babe” Nova sighed, leaning their head back and resting a hand on Milo’s thick bare thigh. His choice in dark green shorts and a white and green patterned button down shirt and comfortable sandals was enviable in the heat. “Makes me feel better for a bit, though.” “That makes one of us. Hey—“ Milo turned around, adjusting the large potted fern between his thighs and peering back at the pair stacked in the backseat, his warm brown eyes under loose black curls meeting April’s gaze, a hint of dark facial hair adoring his upper lip and side burns. “Do either of you see my bag back there? I have some earplugs that would be really handy right about now.” April did, in fact, see Milo’s bag, slumped unceremoniously behind his seat in the floorboard. “Uh, yeah, I see it,” she said, and paused, clenching her fists. “….could you hand it to me?” Milo asked, confusion washing across his face as he noticed April’s tense demeanor. “I can’t,” came a muffled sound from behind her, and half of Harper’s clean shaven, tanned face appeared around April’s shoulder. His blue eyed expression had his usual goofy grin on it underneath long sea salt covered dirty blond hair. A true lean Californian surfer boy in khaki shorts, blue tank top and flip flops. “Little stuck back here.” “Hardy har. Or should I say, Harpy har,” Milo chuckled at his own joke. Nova groaned in response which only made Milo giggle harder. “I can, yeah, I can get your bag,” April finally responded. She steeled her jaw and began bending over at the waist, her and Harper’s shared seatbelt digging into her lower abdomen along with the waist of her tight dark jean shorts. Her chest and belly stretched the fabric of her light purple t-shirt from a local LGBTQ charity event she’d volunteered at, and Harper couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous girlfriend from such a tantalizing angle, her buzzed brunette hair and long gold chain earrings glinting in the summer sunlight, juicy thighs spilling over his lap. Whimpering softly, she extended her hand past her grey sneakers and grasped for the bag, missing it the first two times and, huffing, made one final lunge, grabbing a handful of the tan canvas fabric. She froze in place, a look of horror on her face. “Whoa, April, you ok??” Milo asked, concerned, still twisted around in his seat. “You don’t look so good.” “I—“ she began softly, looking down as she slowly righted herself, a deep pink blush rising from her chest to her forehead. She held the bag out to Milo without looking up, and mumbled something so softly no one could hear the words over the cacophony of random car horns chorusing around them. “Sorry?” Milo asked. “I HAVE TO PEE!” April bellowed, finally looking up to meet Milo’s surprised gaze. She felt Harper stiffen beneath her. “I’ve had to pee since we left but I thought it’d be a short drive and we’re already behind schedule and you both have been so nice I didn’t want to waste more time, but then we hit traffic and then it got worse, and we three—“ she gestured to herself, Harper and Milo”—had all those terrible IPAs while we were packing, and when I reached for your bag a little came out and now I’m about to piss on my boyfriend in the back seat of a someone’s car who I just met today and I’m… so…. SORRY!!” she wailed, tossing the bag at Milo and covering her teary eyed face in her hands. The car fell silent, the only sounds being April crying quietly and the ever present heavy traffic noises outside. Harper wrapped his arms around April and hugged her tenderly, kissing the back of her neck. “Well, guess I’m not the only one then,” Nova said finally, laughing wryly and running a hand through their hair. April looked up, sniffling, her honey brown eyes meeting their green ones in the mirror. “Look, I know we just met, but things happen,” Nova continued, expression softening. “If you need to piss in my car then you need to piss in my car. It’s not ideal, but also, you know, crying and being in pain isn’t ideal either. Worse, really.” Nova moved one hand down over their sweatpants and grabbed themself firmly, wiggling in their seat. They looked over to Milo and said “Sorry I’ve been such a pain with the horn. I’ve had to piss so bad and sitting here isn’t making it any easier. Thanks to April’s honestly at least I can hold myself now, shit.” They scrunched up their forehead in concentration and stared ahead, rocking gently in their seat. Milo reached over and rubbed Nova’s arm gently. “Spiro?” He asked, dryly. “The one and only. Bitch,” Nova huffed, squeezing themself tighter. “If I may,” Harper’s muffled voice spoke up from the back. “My camping gear is in one of these boxes. I’m pretty sure my bear canister is in there and it’s 5 liters. Could be a useful solution?” He gently squeezed April’s shoulders in encouragement. “Also? I’m gonna need to pee soon as well. Damn IPAs.” “Make that four of us, then,” Milo sighed from the front seat, tensing his thighs as far together as he could given the fern between them. “Also, what’s a bear canister?” “Large heavy-duty plastic container to seal food and toiletries and anything a bear would want to eat inside while you’re backpacking,” Harper replied happily. “And waterproof. Which is helpful for us now, but in reverse!” April’s tears had slowed down and as she rubbed her face with the back of her hand she started giggling quietly, which quickly caught on with the other three as they all began laughing at how ridiculous their situation was. “How did we do this so badly?” Nova cackled, grimacing as laughter jostled their bladder. “Four people desperate to pee, stuck in traffic for an hour and half, pinned in by the contents of an apartment with the best hope to fucking piss in a bear canister and hope no one around us looks over at the exact worst time.” Milo was giggling uncontrollably into the leaves of the fern, Harper and April collapsed together in the back, April’s hands now firmly gripping herself over her shorts to prevent more leaks as they all laughed and laughed. “Thanks, y’all,” April finally said with a sigh when they began calming down. “I’m still very embarrassed but feeling better I’m not alon—“ She gasped quickly and sat upright. Harper felt a small moment of warmth on his right thigh, and his dick twitched in response. He hated seeing his girl in pain and discomfort, but something about this situation was turning him on. Focus, dude, he thought, Not the time! But he couldn’t help feeling pinned down in the most delicious way, stuck between two piles of boxes and his writhing girlfriend on his lap, gasping and moaning with the fear of letting go all over him, warmth seeping into his shorts and the cushion below. He shook his head quickly and rubbed her back. “Ok, time to find that canister,” he said, looking around at the box labels. April just whimpered in response and held herself as tight as she could. Milo and Harper quickly stopped laughing, looks of concern on their faces at their new friend’s predicament, the air around the group sobering up just like the passengers with those IPAs long in the past. The reality of their situation was starting to creep in. If they didn’t find a viable option soon things were about to get very wet. “Ah ha!” Harper said, pointing to the second box down on his right side with the word GEAR written on it. “There’s my camping supplies. Ok, how to get it out….?” April turned her head and started calculating how this was going to go. Her face paled. “I’m going to have to move these boxes around, aren’t I,” she said quietly. “Are there no other options? Any water bottles available? I’ll take anything!” “No, none of us brought any water or drinks,” Milo said sadly. “Could you hop out and move them maybe?” April asked him, but Nova was already shaking their head and answered, “Nope, this traffic is too touch and go and I’m in the left most lane, we can’t be sure if we’d stay still long enough to sort through your stuff without causing more of a ruckus. I don’t want to deal with angry drivers as four queer people today, especially with two of us being trans. Even in LA.” “Yeah, you’re right,” April agreed, and groaned as she felt how heavy her bladder was pressing downward. “Ok! I can do this. I have to do this. Harp? You need to hold me while I’m looking otherwise I’m going to go, I’m so close.” Harper quickly assisted, moving his hands over hers and pressing into her vulva. She moved her hands away and turned quickly to pick up the first box on her right. As she exerted herself, though, another spurt found its way out of her, warming Harper’s hand. “No!” April gasped, “Baby, you gotta hold me harder, zip down my shorts! Now!” He quickly did as he was told, unbuttoning the jean shorts pulled tight against her extended abdomen and zipping her luscious belly free. Another stream escaped just as Harper pressed his fingers to the outside of her black underwear, shivering slightly at how warm and wet it felt as her hot pee ran over his fingers. His dick was definitely getting hard now. He hoped she wouldn’t notice. April was mortified… and horny as fuck. She could feel Harp’s fingers pressed to her pussy lips, just below her throbbing clit, and it felt electric to realize how little control she had over her body right now, how wrong it felt to piss on her lover’s hand, and how much she’d actually love nothing more than to let go and flood her clothes and his lap. But this wasn’t her car and she didn’t want to impose any more on Nova and Milo after all they had done to help them move. So she braced herself and picked up the top box once again, saying “Milo, can you hold this please?” and handed it to him. He twisted around and looked like he was concentrating hard to grab the box with his legs wide open. “Yep, no problem,” he said with a strained voice. “I’m hurrying!” April said and quickly moved back and ripped open the top of the camping gear box. Thank god we didn’t use tape, she thought as she rifled through the contents and found what she was looking for: A large 5L heavy blue plastic cylinder with a wide mouth covered by a flat twist lid. “Got it!” The others cheered as she closed the gear box up and received the other one back from Milo to toss on top. She almost didn’t care that she leaked again, the longer spurt spilling over Harper’s fingers and soaking through to her boyfriend’s khaki shorts below, because she was about to finally let it all go. “Alright, Harp, let’s trade,” she said quickly, moving her hands to her sopping wet crotch. As Harper’s hands left her pussy, though, a strong jet of pee shot out of her tired body before she could place her own hands there, spurting through her clenched fingers and pooling in his lap. “NO!” She moaned, trying to stop the flow. “Masturbate!” Milo commanded suddenly, eyes wide as he watched the piss flowing through April's fingers, unabashed in his gaze. They were all well past being embarrassed in this intimate space together, unified in their shared desperation. “It’ll help you hold!” “Don’t mind if I do,” Nova moaned from the driver’s seat and they started rhythmically rubbing the firm mound between their legs. April quickly started swirling her middle finger over her clit, a thin layer of soaked underwear the only thing between them, as more liquid thundered its way out of her. “Hearing her piss is making this so much harder for me to stay dry.” “It’s working!” April gasped as her stream finally slowed and stopped. “How did you know it would?” Nova and Milo exchanged wry, knowing grimaces. “I hold often out in public,” Milo finally said, “Especially if I forget my piss dick at home. Not being able to stand to pee in men’s bathrooms makes me feel really exposed, I don’t always present as cis and someone could get suspicious of me in a stall.” He watched April’s head tilt back and a flush flood her face that had nothing to do with embarrassment. He tried squeezing his legs together again and groaned in frustration at the potted plant between them that was preventing him relief. His hand found its way down to his dick and he started palming himself, slowly, over his shorts. “I, uh, am also into piss play, so desperation is often my goal.” “I can see why,” April sighed happily, continuing to swirl her finger around and around her clit. She felt full and about to burst again but touching herself was keeping it at bay. “Sorry about the mess, Harp.” “Don’t you dare say sorry,” Harper growled from beneath her, grinding his stiff cock into her ass, one hand slick with her fluids holding on to the empty bear canister. April gasped in delight. “This is so hot, holy fuck.” His lap was sopping wet from April’s shower, it had flooded over and run down the outside of his thighs into the seat below. He felt so degraded to be pissed on, helpless, not able to move out of the way. He wanted more. The invisible wall they hadn’t realized they were approaching was finally upon them. Two couples, writhing in desperation together in a car, were touching and grinding and moaning in a growing wave of passion and pleasure. They could either stop now and just focus on relieving themselves and laugh about it as platonic friends later, or they could all push through the wall and see where the path led to on the other side. Everyone’s heart was racing at the possibilities before them. Nova and Milo locked eyes and grinned wildly, and April turned her head to witness the lust in Harper’s piercing blue eyes. “You ok with where this is going?” Harper whispered, and April nodded YES vigorously. “You?” She responded breathlessly as she continued to stroke herself, the soft sopping sound audible to everyone in the car. In answer, Harper raised his voice and said “Nova, Milo… wanna get freaky?” “I thought you’d never ask, hon,” Nova said with a wicked grin, putting the car in park and feeling grateful the traffic was stopped for now, their pace increasing as they touched themself and Milo moaned in agreement, sticking his hand down his shorts and underwear to stroke his dick directly with two fingers, one on either side, and let a thin trickle of pee escape and soak into his dry—for now—boxers.
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