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  1. Sapphire3619

    malefemale The Aftermath of the Snow

    It is the end of the semester, so I have a ton of things that I don't want to do before break, so I wrote this instead. I wrote it fast and sloppy, so I'm sure I missed some fairly ridiculous mistakes! *** Cami rolled her eyes. “No one in this whole state knows how to handle snow,” she lamented. Damien, her somewhat impromptu companion, shrugged good-naturedly. “Donna wanted milk, too, right?” “Yes, skim,” Cami clarified, reaching for a carton of eggs. The grocery store was, as expected, packed, with people scrambling to buy necessities before the storm hit. In fact, it was already snowing outside, and Cami had resisted when her mother, Donna, had requested a trip to the grocery store. Dr. Donna Patrick was a professor of international relations at the university. She lived 20 minutes or so out of town, in a large house that befit her academic rank. Her daughter, Dr. Camille Patrick, was a clinical psychologist and was in town for her mother’s yearly end-of-semester celebration. It was finals week at the university, and Donna, with her children grown, had developed a habit of inviting students to her house for a meal at the beginning of winter break. Mostly, she got students who lived close by, but occasionally, she got one like Damien, who would spend the night after the dorms closed. Damien was a junior who had first met Donna the previous spring semester in her popular intro course. Even in a class of 150 students, Damien stood out with his superior writing and thoughtful, critical answers in class. This semester, he had taken Donna’s advanced seminar, and Donna had gotten to know him even better. She knew he was a transfer student and that he wanted to go to law school. She’d been pleased when he accepted the invitation for the end-of-the-semester party. Because the dorms closed the last day of finals, Damien had agreed to say overnight at Donna’s house. Donna had explained that her husband, a professor in the chemistry department, was at a conference and would be back the following day for the party, but her daughter, Dr. Patrick (“Call her Cami”) would be in town. Cami was a few years older than Damien’s older sister, so he didn’t mind idea of sharing a house with the two women for a night. Damien had followed Donna to her house to find that Cami was already there. Introductions were made, but then the discussion turned quickly to the weather. Over Cami’s objections that no, Mom, there was really plenty of food in the house, no need to venture out, Donna decided that a trip to the grocery store was necessary, and that Damien should accompany Cami, just to be safe. Neither Cami nor Damien particularly minded having to spend time with each other, despite having just met. They were both outgoing enough that conversation wasn’t a problem. On the drive into town, Cami got to know the young man and his interests, and Damien asked about Cami’s experience in grad school and her current practice. Now, however, both were feeling ever so slightly more tense. Cami knew the roads were getting worse and didn’t want to waste time. She was doing her best not to take out any of her anxiety on the innocent student. Little did she know that Damien was working to suppress his own anxiety. He, too, was eager to get back to the house. His bladder was getting full, a sensation he really didn’t enjoy. Realistically, he could have used the restroom in the store, but it wasn’t an emergency, and he’d rather help Cami out with the shopping to speed things along. By the time they wound their way through the crowds and made it to the registers, the lines were all a half-dozen people deep. Damien drew in an unexpectedly harsh breath, but thankfully, Cami didn’t hear him. He knew he could just go. He could run to the bathroom and be back before Cami even reached the register. But the anxiety was already making him illogical, and he chose to stay where he was. “I suppose we’re part of the problem!” Cami was saying. “We’re being the kind of people who act like they’ve never seen snow before!” Damien managed a grin. The line was moving at a decent pace – at least the checkout employees were prepared for snow, apparently – and he knew he could make it back to the house. It took another 15 minutes, but eventually, Damien and Cami headed toward the exit, bags in hand. As they reached the door, however, Cami groaned. The storm had hit. Fat, heavy snowflakes coated the air, sticking to everything they touched. The cars in the parking lot already had a layer of snow, and the roads were no longer black but gray, lined with tire tracks in the rising snow. “Uuuuuuugh,” Cami moaned as they trudged across the parking lot to her car. “Mom better have wine waiting for me when we get back.” Damien gave a half-laugh. “We’ll be back, soon, though,” he said, more a question than a reassurance. “Ehhhh,” Cami shrugged, closing the trunk after putting in the last bag. “With the snow falling like this, the highway probably isn’t going to be much better. I’m guessing it’ll take us at least twice as long to get back.” Damien’s face fell, but Cami didn’t see as she slid into the driver’s seat. “Aaaaand, we have to stop for gas,” she sighed, seeing the illuminated signal on the dashboard. Cami pulled across the parking lot to the adjacent gas station. Damien looked around, but the station building was no more than a single-person kiosk. There was no public bathroom that he could use while Cami filled the car. His mind started slipping. He hadn’t had to go that badly, but nerves made his situation so much worse. Well, nerves and other things… Filling the car only took a few minutes, and Damien tried to use his last vestiges of rational thought to convince himself that he could make it through the drive home. But when Cami finally made it on to the highway, those last vestiges evaporated. Traffic had been slow enough in town as cars tried to avoid skidding through intersections, but on the highway, away from the buildings and signs, the view was almost entirely white. Snow swirled around the car, which Cami had moving at barely 30 miles an hour. Damien did some quick math in his head. At this rate, it would take them nearly an hour to get back to Donna’s house. He unconsciously turned toward the window, trying to hide his growing panic from Cami. Cami kept the radio off, focusing on the road. Although it was still daylight, visibility was terrible, and she and the other drivers kept their lights on. She drove for about 20 minutes in silence, going barely 10 miles. She knew the atmosphere in the car was tense, but she didn’t want to waste any energy trying to make conversation. Besides, Damien seemed to be OK with the silence. Until he wasn’t. At an undetermined point on the highway, Cami became aware of uneven breathing from the boy next to her. He was almost whimpering, his breaths sharp and shaky. Cami risked a quick glance sideways, but couldn’t determine anything, other than the fact that Damien was almost entirely turned toward the window. “Damien?” she asked cautiously. “You doing OK?” Out of the corner of her eye, Cami saw Damien press back into the seat. When he answered, his voice was…different. Nervous, definitely, but more…robotic, almost. “I need to go to the bathroom,” he said dully. “Please.” “Oh!” Cami couldn’t hold back her shock. Damien hadn’t said anything before, and even driving slow, he should be able to make it back to the house, right? “That’s OK,” she said, keeping her eyes on the road. “We’ll be back to the house soon enough.” She wasn’t sure what else to say. The only other exit between here and the one for Donna’s house was residential, so it wouldn’t have any public bathrooms to use, and it wasn’t like she could pull off the side of the road in a blizzard. Surely Damien knew that. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Damien did know that. But Damien wasn’t really thinking logically. He wasn’t thinking much at all. His movements were twitchy and uncontrolled, and after another 10 minutes, he let out a whine and shoved his hand between his legs. “Damien?” Cami asked again, more worried this time. “Are you OK?” “I don’t know if I can hold it,” Damien respond in the same flat voice. It was as if he was reading from a script, responding in a way that most college students wouldn’t. Looking down at the speedometer, Cami pressed her lips together. She really wasn’t comfortable going any faster. “You’ll be OK,” she said. “You can make it.” “I don’t know if I can.” Damien’s voice had a small tremor now. “I don’t want to have an accident.” Cami was truly bewildered now. He sounded childlike, or like an adult’s impression of a child. She risked another glance to the right – Damien’s legs were twisted tightly, hands buried between his thighs. He certainly looked like he badly needed the bathroom, but Cami couldn’t imagine a nearly grown man not being able to hold it for another 20 minutes or so. Cami kept driving. She was going as fast as she thought was safe, which wasn’t very fast at all. A few miles from their exit, Cami hard a small whine and then a hiss of breath as Damien sucked in air forcefully between his teeth. She didn’t know what talking would do at this point, but she still felt the need to ask. “Damien? How you doing over there?” “I-“ Damien’s voice was definitely shaking now. “I just peed a little bit in my pants.” “You’re OK,” Cami replied, automatically. She’d softened her own voice, as if she were talking to someone much younger than Damien. She didn’t want him to feel bad, but she also definitely didn’t want to have to clean pee out of her car. “We’re almost there,” she promised, which, while geographically correct, wasn’t quite temporally accurate. “Look, there’s our exit. Just another 10 minutes. You can do it.” A plaintive sniffle was all she got in response. She pulled off the highway, and peeked over at her passenger while stopped at the top of the exit ramp. Every muscle in Damien’s body seemed tensed. He was bouncing arrhythmically in the seat, seemingly not in control of his own body. As Cami turned, Damien felt the wetness of his underwear pressed against his skin. As tightly as he squeezed, he couldn’t make himself feel in control. Jeans weren’t the best for holding yourself, and he leaked again. “I…” he stammered, as if the words were being pulled out of him by force. “I had an accident again. M-my pants are wet.” “Honey, we’re so close,” Cami pleaded, abandoning all pretense of social correctness. The boy was in pain, and she wanted to comfort him. “Just hang on a few more minutes, OK?” “I’m…trying,” Damien answer, voice strained but still emotionless. “I’m trying not to pee my pants.” Oddly, but thankfully, the road to Donna’s house was clearer than the highway. A plow must’ve just been by. Cami took advantage of the comparatively good conditions to speed up a little. She made one final turn, the only sound in the car Damien’s hitched, desperate breathing. “There’s a bathroom in the basement,” Cami informed him. “Just off the garage. You can go in there.” “I’m going,” Damien squeaked, and Cami wasn’t even sure he’d heard her. “I’m having an accident and I can’t make it stop.” Cami hit the garage door button as she turned into her mom’s driveway. “Just one more minute, Damien, we’re here!” Pulling into the garage, Cami stopped as fast as she could. Damien was already unbuckled and fumbling with the door. He kept a hand pressed between his legs as he stumbled into the house. Cami puffed out her cheeks and sighed. She checked the passenger seat and didn’t see any wetness. She took that as a good sign and hoped that Damien was able to make it to the bathroom. Stretching out of the car, Cami gathered a few of the bags from the trunk. In the basement, the bathroom door was shut, so at least Damien had made it that far. She headed up the stairs, ready to confront her mom with some very important questions. In the bathroom, Damien had slammed the door behind him, but the sight of the toilet had been too much. As soon as he set foot on the tile, his bladder relinquished its tenuous hold, spilling urine around his tight grip. Twisting his legs together and bending forward at the waist, Damien scrabbled at his fly, but it was drenched in pee and his fingers kept slipping off. Heat coursed down his shaking legs, soaking into his shoes and socks. Damien felt lightheaded. He swayed on the spot, but didn’t fall. Several voices babbled in his head. I’m peeing in my pants…Did you have an accident?...Did you have to go potty?...I couldn’t hold it, sir…What kind of freshman can’t stop himself from wetting his pants? A pale puddle expanded around Damien’s feet, soaking into the bath mat. His head spun as he looked down at the streaks of pee still snaking down his jeans. He felt the stream of urine expelling from his bladder through his saturated boxers. He was whining softly, aimlessly. He had a huge accident all over his professor’s bathroom. He didn’t know what to do. Meanwhile, Cami had made a second trip down to the car to get the remaining groceries. She saw the bathroom door was still shut, but she knew that Damien had gotten his pants a little wet in the car, so she figured he didn’t want to come out just yet. Upstairs, Donna had come to the kitchen and was starting to put things away. “Hey, sweetie! How bad were the roads? Where’s Damien?” Cami set the bags on the counter and fixed her mother with a pointed stare. “Soooo…is there anything you know about Damien that you want to tell me?” Donna drew her head back, astonished. “Nothing that fits with the tone you’re asking me in!” she answered honestly. “What happened? Where is he? Is he OK?” Cami cringed. “He’s not hurt…” she equivocated. “But on the drive back – which took forever, by the way, I can’t believe you made me go out in this – he started acting really weird. He had to go to the bathroom, and apparently, he had to go really bad.” “Poor kid,” Donna sighed, definitely not understanding the full extent of the issue. “That must’ve been embarrassing.” “No, Mom,” Cami insisted, “it was way more than that. He was…I don’t know, narrating or something. Any other college kid would try to play it cool or laugh it off or not say anything at all, but Damien…he was describing what was happening and how he was wetting himself.” “He wet himself?!” Donna exclaimed. “Yes,” Cami rolled her eyes. Donna wasn’t a psychologist – she wasn’t focusing on what Cami thought was the important part. “And he’s still in the bathroom downstairs.” Donna frowned. “I’ll go get his bag. Poor kid. Thank God no one else is going to be here until tomorrow.” Donna was a great mom, Cami thought, and of course she’d take care of Damien, but Cami could tell – this was more than just an unfortunate accident. When Donna came back with Damien’s things, Cami followed her downstairs. Donna knocked gently on the bathroom door. “Damien?” she called. “I have your things out here, in case you need them.” There was a pause, and then the door opened slowly. Cami held back a gasp. The 20-year-old in front of her bore scant resemblance to the cheerful young man she’d met just hours ago. His eyes were red-rimmed and tear-filled, and there was nary a dry spot on the front of his jeans. Damien tugged unconsciously at the bottom of his hoodie, pulling it downward. Not that covering his crotch could do anything to distract from the drenched stretches of fabric all down both of his legs. “I…” his eyes were glassy and his voice, though definitely scratchy, had the same blank quality that Cami had heard in the car. “I didn’t make it,” Damien said, blinking. “I…I had to go so bad and I c-couldn’t get my pants undone in time and I h-had an accident on the f-floor.” Donna tilted her head sympathetically. Cami definitely felt the same, but she kept her body language neutral. “It’s OK, Damien,” Cami said softly. “It was a long ride back, and you tried really hard.” Damien flinched and looked down at the ground. Making a mental note of the boy’s reaction, Cami decided that now wasn’t the time for excessive comfort or encouragement. “We brought your bag, Damien,” Donna cut in, holding out the duffle bag. “You can get cleaned up and changed. There are clean towels on the rack in there.” Damien looked up just enough to take the bag. “Thank you,” he mumbled. He paused for a second, then turned and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Both women stood silently for a moment before Donna let out a very low whistle. “Woooooooow.” She turned back toward the stairs, and Cami followed. “I don’t know what I expected when you told me the kid had an accident, but that wasn’t it.” Her words weren’t judgmental – just stunned. Cami understood completely. It wasn’t even that Damien had apparently lost all control in the bathroom; it was the continued blankness in his voice, like he was being compelled. There was still emotion there – the unconscious attempt to cover his wet pants, the shaking voice – but the way he spoke throughout the whole ordeal indicated…something. “Can you do anything?” Donna asked as they reached the top of the stairs. Cami pressed her lips together. “You know I can’t force anything on him.” “I know, I know,” Donna waved her hand, mildly irritated at her implied lack of understanding. “But can you do anything?” “I’ll try.” Cami shrugged. Damien certainly needed some sort of care, and she had plenty of experience working with teens and young adults in her practice, but if Damien kept up this robotic narration, then there just wasn’t a lot she could do. Downstairs in the bathroom, Damien stared blearily down at the giant puddle. He heard himself whine softly and realized that his lower lip was trembling. He could barely think, but he knew that he had to clean up. Himself and the bathroom. In a fog, Damien reached for a towel. He dropped it into his mess on the floor, then started to strip off his wet pants. Several drops of urine squelched from the denim with the movement, spattering noisily onto the tile and making him cringe. Every part of him felt dirty – his hands, his feet, certainly his legs and crotch… The towel was sufficiently sopping by the time it absorbed his accident. Damien looked dazedly around the bathroom before deciding just to heap all the wet clothes in the corner. He finally turned on the shower. Upstairs, Cami listened for the sound of the shower while she finished putting away the groceries. She ran through Damien’s behavior in her mind, trying to decide what she would say to him if given the chance. The shower ran for about 15 minutes. Donna had retreated to her study to grade papers, feeling it was best not to overwhelm Damien. Cami set herself up at the island in the kitchen, working on her computer. After a few more minutes, Damien stepped into the kitchen, hair wet and duffle bag in his hand. Cami didn’t look up at first, not wanting to make him feel trapped, but when he stopped at the side of the island, she raised her eyes. Damien’s eyes were no longer blank, and his skin had regained some color, but the blankness in his face was replaced with complete shame. “I…” Even his voice was back to normal, though quiet. “I think I should leave.” Cami gazed at the young man, even though he wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were down, seemingly fixed on the countertop. She took a breath before responding. “If you want to go, of course you can,” she said. “But please know that you’re welcome to stay.” Damien still couldn’t look at her, so she put every ounce of honesty she could into her voice. “Damien, no one here is mad at you or judging you for what happened. It’s not your fault. We won’t tell anyone, and we don’t have to talk about it ever again if you don’t want to.” Damien inhaled shakily and grabbed his left arm, wrapping himself in a half hug. “If you do want to leave,” Cami pleaded, “at least wait until the roads are a bit better. I’d really rather you didn’t drive in the snow, and I know Mom wouldn’t like it either.” Damien looked out the window, where fat flakes were still falling copiously. His shoulders fell – Cami was right. As much as he wanted to escape, trying to drive anywhere right now was a terrible idea. Besides, he didn’t actually have any place to stay. He’d only thought as far as getting out of the house. Cami was still looking at Damien; he could feel her gaze, but he couldn’t meet it just yet. “I…I put the…things…in the washing machine,” he explained, just for the sake of having something to say. “I hope that’s OK.” “Of course.” Cami smiled encouragingly. Damien didn’t respond, but he also didn’t move. “Damien, can I get you something? A snack, or some hot chocolate?” Cami offered. “We weren’t gonna have a big dinner with just the three of us, but-“ “I’m sorry.” Cami stopped at the quiet interruption. Damien’s voice was stretched and raw, and his eyebrows were drawn together. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he struggled to compose himself. “Damien…” Cami reached her hand across the island. “You have nothing to apologize for. I promise it’s OK.” Damien shook his head and finally looked up. To Cami’s surprise, he smiled sadly. “It’s not,” he said, shrugging. “I know it’s not, and-“ He raised his voice slightly, preempting any argument from Cami. “-I want…you deserve an explanation.” Ever the professional, Cami kept the pity she felt out of her face. She respected Damien enough that she didn’t bother telling him that he didn’t owe her anything. Shifting from foot to foot, Damien pulled out one of the bar stools and pressed himself up onto it, letting his duffle bag drop to the ground. He fidgeted a bit, trying to get comfortable in a decidedly uncomfortable situation. For her part, Cami kept quiet. “Donna told you I’m a transfer student?” he began, and Cami nodded. “I started at…another school as a freshman.” He clasped his hands together on the counter, steeling himself. “I didn’t know a lot about college, I guess. I just wanted to have fun and do well and make friends. So I decided to rush a fraternity.” Cami felt her chest tighten. Even if she hadn’t witnessed the young man have an accident, she knew enough to know that this wasn’t going to be a pleasant story. “For this place-“ Damien seemed determined not to give any identifying details. “-they would assign each new guy to an active brother. There was group stuff, too, but basically each brother who wanted it would get one or two recruits that were…well, he could do what he wanted with them.” Damien was winding his fingers together, intertwining his joints. “The guy I was assigned to…he…I didn’t get it at first. He had me and this other recruit kneel for a long time, which was pretty standard, I guess, but then he…he kept giving us water. I thought it was weird that he wasn’t giving us booze, but then I figured maybe they were being more careful not to get freshman drunk so they wouldn’t get in trouble. “It was the other guy first. He started kind of wiggling and stuff, even though we both knew we weren’t allowed to talk, but the brother…he was, I don’t know, watching for it, I guess. So he said ‘What’s wrong, recruit?’ and the other guy said that he had to pee, and the brother just told him to hold it.” Shuddering at the memory, Damien took in a deep breath. “I just…I didn’t know what was going on. I didn’t know people could just be like that. I thought for sure that he’d let us go to the bathroom, but he didn’t. And I know…” Damian hunched he shoulders, ashamed. “I know the other guy and I, we could have just, like, stopped, or got up and walked out, because there were two of us and only one of him, but…we just didn’t know. We thought this was normal, and we didn’t know each other at all, so we didn’t know what each other would do.” Cami had heard it all before, of course. Almost everyone who had ever been abused blamed themselves for not doing more to get out of the situation. She opened her mouth to tell Damien this, but his story wasn’t over. “So the other guy finally peed himself, and then the brother kept us there until I…I had an accident, too. I thought maybe I’d get…maybe he’d be proud of me or something, I don’t know, if I held it longer, but it didn’t seem to matter. And then I thought that, OK, he made us both pee our pants, we’ll move on to the next thing, but we just…that was it.” A tear slipped down Damien’s cheek, but he didn’t seem to notice. “We had a whole week. Every free minute we had was supposed to be with our assigned brother, and all weekend. So that’s all we did. He would just make us drink a whole bunch and not let us use the bathroom. And he…it wasn’t just peeing ourselves. He wanted…he wanted us to talk about it. So he’d ask ‘What’s wrong?’ or ‘Do you need something, recruit?’ and we’d have to say that we had to pee or that we were going or stuff like that. If we didn’t answer or if we said something he didn’t like, he’d use the wooden paddle on us. So we had to…describe…everything.” Cami didn’t say anything, but she pulled a tissue out of her purse and passed it across the counter. Damien sniffled and wiped his nose. “We tried so many things.” Damien’s voice was like gelatin, thick and shaking. “And we never knew what he was going to do. Sometimes, we’d ask to go to the bathroom, and he would let us, but then he’d block the toilet and wouldn’t let us use it. Sometimes he’d act real mad that we had an accident, calling us babies saying that he could never let recruits in the fraternity who couldn’t keep their pants dry. But then sometimes…” Damien crumpled up the tissue and swiped at both of his eyes, but he was crying freely now. “Sometimes, he’d, like, comfort us, and say it was OK and we tried really hard to hold it, and he wasn’t gonna get mad as us for having a l-little a-a-accident.” Cami’s jaw was clenched so hard, she thought she’d crack a tooth. This was the Stanford Prison Experiment on steroids. This was the height of sadism. Although it definitely explained Damien’s odd narration earlier, it hurt to hear what he’d been put through. “At first, I just thought it was weird,” Damien continued, “but after a few days, I was so tired and sore and embarrassed that I started to cry, and then I couldn’t stop, and this other guy and me, we were just so tired and we never knew what to expect.” Drawing in a raggedy breath, Damien shrugged again, brushing off the hard part of the story. “I didn’t pledge, obviously. I don’t think the other guy did, either, but I don’t know. I barely made it through the semester. I was just hazy and off and confused. My GPA tanked, so I dropped out. I did online classes in the summer and fall before transferring here last year.” Damien finally looked up. His eyes were red and glistening, but the tears had stopped falling for now. “I really am sorry about today. I’m sorry I was weird and just kept saying weird stuff. I…I couldn’t stop myself. It’s like I knew it wasn’t the same and I wasn’t back in the frat house, but I didn’t know, because it was the first time since…” He trailed off and sniffed again, lowering his head. Cami gave him a moment before she decided it was her turn to speak. “I’m so sorry he did that to you,” she said simply. “No one deserves that kind of treatment.” Damien nodded in acknowledgement. “Damien, please believe me when I say you have nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t do anything that was hurtful or on purpose, and Mom – Donna – and I just want to make sure you’re OK.” Picking distractedly at his nails, Damien nodded earnestly. “I’m fine,” he promised. “I went to therapy and stuff, and I know all that, and it helps. I’m just…” He paused, lip trembling again. “I’ve been really careful since then, so I wouldn’t have to feel like I…like I was gonna wet my pants, so then today was just…” He hesitated before glancing up at Cami. “I was scared,” he admitted. “It’s not like I think you or Donna are gonna be mean to me, but I didn’t know, and it’s not like it’s OK to have an accident in a stranger’s car, anyway.” “Damien, I know you don’t know me,” Cami acknowledged, “and I know that just trusting that everything is going to be OK probably isn’t going to happen. But I promise you that you’re safe here, and Mom and I will do whatever we can to take care of you.” Damien’s mouth curled upwards, almost imperceptibly, but then he frowned. “If…” His voice caught, and his face flushed. “It’s still OK if I say here?” “Of course,” Cami assured him. “Then…” Damien gripped his hands together. “I might…” He looked up, embarrassed, but Cami’s face was open and encouraging. “When…that week at the frat house,” Damien murmured quickly, “I…I started having problems for awhile, and it stopped, but after today, I don’t know…” He took a deep breath, trying to loosen the tight feeling in his chest. “Imightwetthebed,” he mumbled, then glanced up again, trying to read Cami’s face at this last admission. Cami felt her heart constrict with overwhelming sympathy, but she just smiled gently. “That’s not a problem, Damien,” she promised. “If it happens, it happens. We can help you clean up.” Damien let out a deep sigh, his whole body sinking in relief. “Thanks, Cami.” He straightened his shoulders, looking exhausted. He rose off the bar stool and bent down to grab his duffle bag. “I think I’m gonna go to my room, then.” Cami smiled and reopened her laptop. “Sounds good. We’ll call you when it’s time for dinner.” Nodding, Damien smiled a bit sheepishly and walked out. Cami inhaled deeply and gazed out the window. The snow had tapered off a bit, unlikely to do any more damage today.
  2. Mad Bladder

    Monica’s Shame

    Chapter 1-Trying to get a wee before leaving Monica scrubbed her body as the boiling hot water poured all over her, flowing down in tiny rivers that splashed below and went down the drain. Her rock hard muscle, yet very thin tan body shined in this hot water which steamed up the whole bathroom. Monica whistled while she soaped up her broad shoulders. Lots of girls had hot bodies, but Monica made sure she had the one no boy would expect growing up. Having started lifting weights in high school, and having just graduated college and working as an engineer at a plant for construction projects, she now built a well-fit body that got a lot of guy’s attention at college. One guy while she waited in line for dinner at college her sophomore year grabbed her ass, and she flipped around, twisted his nipples and brought him to the ground. The whole cafe cheered that day and the douchebag was expelled, from that moment on men (and some women) loved this brown hair women’s muscular tan body. Not tall, average girl heigh. She rubbed the shampoo through her hair as her nipples flattened from the hot water, her awesome body in v-shape down as she bent over in that moment and scrubbed her crotch, getting a bit aroused while doing so. She finished and headed out the door, her roommate Emma bouncing in agony and rushed in. Monica hid her small laugh. “Oops” she said. She shared the house with a couple friends. Monica slipped into her tight black skirt that seemed to be a little too short for work which showed off her sexy hard calf’s and ass of steel. She put on a tight White top without sleeves just over the shoulders but boy did it show off those two breasts that were round and hard as bricks. She slipped her sock less feet into some black high heels. She brushed her dark brown hair so it went straight down just past the shoulders and was perfectly wavy. She drank the last bit of her morning coffee she left on her dresser before she showered, then went downstairs for a refill and drank that right down. “Ok, I should head out,” Monica said, seeing the clock. She lived in the city and had to take the train to work. She bagged the blueprints of the project they were working on at her plant, and felt a very small twitch in her abdomen. Well, that coffee traveled fast. She went upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. Her roommate was still in there. “Emma, you almost done? I have to get going and I want to use the bathroom one more time before I leave.” “I have to get ready too ya know!” Emma yelled. She worked in the mayors office. Monica sighed. Her arms crossed across her chest trying to keep it together. “Ok, but it’s a bit of a ride to work, I just want to go one last time. I think I drank down my coffee too fast.” She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow in wonder if she will get in or not? “Is it an emergency?” Emma asked without concern in her voice. Monica rolled her eyes. The fuck was this chick’s problem!? “No, but come on, let me in. I barely feel it but I just want to let it out now.” “Door is open,” Emma said. Monica opened the door, and there was sexy Emma in a pile of soapy bubbles that leaked over the edge of the tub. Monica put her hands on her hips and started to tap her foot in annoyance. When was Emma gonna get out of the tub. Seeing the toilet right there caused a slight jolt in her bladder. “Well, you gonna go or not?” “Not with you in the bathroom with me!” “Pff. Come on girls don’t have shy bladders, it in our nature. Now get going.” Monica could squash that myth in a heartbeat. She was a tough chick, but after twenty-three years on this earth, she fell weak when it was her bladder, peeing with someone on the other end of the door was hard enough, but in the same room!? Monica just shook her head and went downstairs and out the door. “I’ll just go at the train station,” she said to herself. She was almost done with her apple when she got there, her bladder having been humped around as she speed-walked there since she was running late after having to argue with Emma. The twitches made her lips curl to the side a couple times having felt slight discomfort against her abdomen. She grabbed her ticket after she paid at the machine, and saw sadly the women bathrooms were out of order. A long line of men and women waited outside the men’s room. She tossed her arms up. She sighed having become annoyed. She did all she could, hopped on her train, crossed her legs and wiggled the foot that went over the other leg as the train made its destination to the other end of the city where Monica worked. She got off and ate the rest of her apple as she entered the ladies bathroom. The pressure now stayed there in her abdomen. Nothing extreme, but it was like a hot bubble was growing and pushing against her insides slightly without stopping. There was only a couple stalls in this bathroom, and one was occupied as Monica noticed the other women’s feet. Monica went into the stall but her phone started buzzing. A text message from her boss Alicia. It read: CODE RED! NEED ALL SUPERVISIORS ON THE PROJECT IN ENTRANCR HALL IN NEXT TWO MINUTES! “Fuck!” Monica said as she looked at the time. She had to clock in five minutes or she’d be late. She looked down at the toilet, frowned, as there was her relief but there be no way to make it in time to the meeting if she peed. The urk of being a woman, you could not just wiggle it and be done. It was a process. She bounced a little, annoyed, and She bit the last part do her apple and tossed it in the toilet and hit the flush handle with her foot as she left without peeing. The flushing sound causing her to blink hard and raise one leg backwards trying to stay tight and keep it in. The remaining stub of the apple being flushed down the into the plumbing, the twitches in her bladder becoming more aggressive that one would start to try find a bathroom at this point. To be continued...
  3. Sapphire3619

    malefemale Study Session

    Hello! I hope you're all having a wonderful start to summer (or winter, depending on where you are). Somehow, it's nearly July, so I thought I'd throw down another story before the entire academic summer goes by without me writing anything. Enjoy! *** “I’ll just be in the library.” “I know.” “I’ll have my phone with me.” “I know you will.” Amber looked back and forth at the slightly odd exchange between Fletcher and his roommate, Louis. She’d come over for a study session with Fletcher, but Louis was acting more like an anxious parent, leaving his child without a babysitter for the first time. Like the two men, Amber was a first-year law student. She’d moved to the city by herself to start law school, so she didn’t have any built-in acquaintances. Luckily, the intense scholarly demands of law school made it easy – even necessary – to build academic relationships, and, within the first few weeks of the semester, Amber had found herself in a study group with the men of Apartment 11H. Amber had instantly gravitated toward Fletcher. He was smart, kind, and, overall, quite different from the daddy’s-money, fourth-of-their-name type guys who seemed disproportionately represented in their class. When he’d suggested a one-on-one study date, Amber hadn’t hesitated to say yes. Louis, on the other hand, was nothing like his roommate, at least in Amber’s opinion. While Fletcher was easygoing and quick to smile, Louis was just…big. More than once, Amber had thought of Louis as a troll or ogre or something. Not because he was particularly ugly or brutish, but he was definitely a man of few words. Physically, he was huge – nearly six and a half feet tall and built more like a competitive strongman than a lawyer. He was the last person Amber would label as “friendly,” and he never seemed to respond to any of her conversational overtures. He really just came off as a jerk. She was convinced Louis hated her. Maybe he hated everyone. So it was all the more bemusing to see him speak to Fletcher as if being in separate buildings was somehow concerning. “We’re just going over our contributions for Legal Writing, so I shouldn’t be more than two hours.” Louis hoisted his bag over his shoulder and put his hand on the doorknob, but still seemed reluctant to leave. “Sounds good, man,” Fletcher responded. He smiled at Amber. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing toward the couch, “I’m just gonna grab my laptop.” Amber smiled back, but Fletcher was already headed down the hallway. When Amber turned, she nearly gasped – Louis had stepped away from the door and was standing uncomfortably close. Before Amber could react, he shoved a piece of paper into her hands. “Here’s my number,” he muttered, clearly not wanting Fletcher to hear. “Text me if…if Fletcher needs anything.” Amber quirked an eyebrow, but Louis sounded completely earnest. “Um…okay? Am I missing something? Why wouldn’t Fletcher text you himself?” She was unnerved by Louis’s behavior, but she, too, kept her voice quiet. Louis hesitated, then shook his head as if physically trying to shake off the intensity of his demand. “Fletch wasn’t feeling too well last night,” he said, not quite meeting Amber’s gaze. “I just want to be able to help if he gets sick.” The oddly intense moment was broken by the sounds of Fletcher returning from his room. Before Amber could even open her mouth to ask more questions, Louis was already out the door, calling “See you later” to his roommate. “Ready for a deep dive into Torts?” Fletcher grinned, apparently unaware of Louis’s surreptitious plea. Amber mirrored Fletcher’s movements, taking out her laptop and notes, but she wasn’t quite ready to focus on emotional distress or assault and battery. “So…how long have you and Louis known each other?” she asked, feigning nonchalance. “Lou?” Fletcher didn’t even look up as he rifled through his notes. “Since college. Freshman year.” “And you both ended up here?” Amber pressed gently. Fletcher half-shrugged. “We both knew we wanted to go into law, so we helped each other study, and we both got in.” Which left Amber with no more immediate avenues for questioning. This was the top law school in the state, so it wasn’t exactly a mystery as to why both men decided to accept their offer of admittance. But she wasn’t ready to let the subject drop just yet. “He said you weren’t feeling well last night,” she said, slightly less casual. “Are you OK to study?” Fletcher’s hesitation would have passed without notice, had Amber’s question been completely innocent, but she definitely caught the half-second pause before Fletcher brushed off the question. “Oh, yeah,” he answered, physically waving away the question, “I must’ve eaten some leftovers that were too old or something. No big deal.” He looked up at Amber and grinned. “Ready for some Garratt v. Dailey, or do you have any more questions about my roommate?” Called out (albeit kindly), Amber felt her face flush. “Sorry. Just a little overeager to get to know people.” That part, at least, was honest. Being new in town wasn’t easy. Chill as ever, Fletcher moved on without teasing Amber any further. Amber chose to believe that the subject was dropped. The two of them settled in, poring over case law and prior statutes. Fletcher was naturally smart, but Amber had a knack for law and reason. Together, they were an excellent match for studying, both helping each other understand the breadth and intricacies of one of the less-entertaining L1 courses. After about an hour, Amber sat back and rolled her neck. “Ugh. This is great, but I can only take so much case law at one time. Is the bathroom down there?” She pointed down the hall. “Yeah, second door on the left.” Amber smiled in thanks, stretching her arms overhead as she stood up. She went to the bathroom, pleased with how the study date was going. Yes, they were learning a lot, but she was also enjoying her time with Fletcher. Their conversation was easy, and she really felt like he could be her first real friend here. If only his roommate wasn’t so unpleasant… Amber washed her hands and walked back out to the front room. She saw Fletcher leaning forward, elbows on his knees, clenching and unclenching his fists. “You OK?” Amber asked, more concerned than she would have been, had she not heard Louis’s warning. Fletcher sat up, an inscrutable look replaced almost instantly by a tired smile. “Ready for some more work,” he claimed. “That’s what we signed up for, right?” “Ha!” Amber couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Fletcher was right – they both knew law school would be exhausting. She mentally chastised herself for being paranoid. They returned to their pages and pages of judicial decisions and precedent. Amber was laser-focused, taking copious notes, both digital and hand-written. She was determined to do well on their next exam. For another half hour, Amber talked through the required readings, not noticing that Fletcher was contributing less and less to the conversation. “So, using Summers v. Tice, pharmaceutical companies have been held liable for in-“ Amber cut herself off at the sound of a clattering pen. She looked up to see Fletcher’s pen on the floor and its owner’s hand shaking. “Fletcher?” It took Amber a second to fully drag her focus from the definition of intentional action, but when she did, she saw that Fletcher’s skin had taken on an ashen tone and a sheen of sweat. His hands were trembling, and he made no movement to reach for the dropped pen. “Fletcher?” Amber repeated, her voice rising. “Are…are you OK? Can I…” Fletcher inhaled, his breath shaky. “I…” he breathed. “I think I need to lay down.” “OK!” Amber, an experienced babysitter, automatically adopted a cheerful-yet-calm tone, as much to try to keep herself from freaking out as anything else. “Do you want to just-“ She gestured toward the couch, but Fletcher cut her off. “I think…I should go to me room,” he ground out, sounding very much like he was using every last ounce of energy to speak normally. He leaned forward, and Amber stood up help him off his feet. He didn’t argue as she braced her hand under his elbow. She could feel him trembling even under the obvious tension of his muscles as he worked to hold himself upright. They shuffled toward the bedroom in silence. Amber’s thoughts ricocheted around her mind, a mix of trying to understand what was going on and trying to decide what to do In Fletcher’s pleasantly tidy room, Amber helped guide him toward his bed. With a shaky hand, Fletcher reached down and drew back the covers before dropping onto the bed with what was probably considerably less grace than he would have liked. “Can I…” Amber watched as Fletcher drew the covers up to his chin, his eyes already closed. “Can I get you anything?” “No,” Fletcher breathed, not opening his eyes. “I’m just gonna rest.” The last words were all but slurred, murmured in a weary exhale. Amber was nearly convinced that he was asleep before he finished speaking. She stared down at him for a second before slowly reaching into her pocket. She stepped out of the room before pulling out her room. Even though she was certain Fletcher was asleep (or at least incapable of stopping her), she still felt weird texting a grown man’s roommate in front of him to – what, tattle? Give a medical update? Regardless, Amber was unnerved enough by Fletcher’s sudden crash that she knew her best option was to follow Louis’s orders. Hey, it’s Amber. Fletcher got all shaky and he’s in bed now. Idk what else to do. The response dots appeared within seconds. I’m coming back now. 15 minutes. Stay with him and let me know if anything changes. If Amber had been expecting comfort, this wasn’t it. She could practically feel Louis’s worry through the words on the screen. Clearly, Louis wasn’t surprised by her text – what was going on here? Of course, she didn’t expect to know everything about Fletcher just a few weeks into the semester, but whatever this was seemed pretty important. Drawing in a breath, Amber straightened her shoulders, put her phone back into her pocket, and walked back into Fletcher’s room. The details didn’t matter right now; if Fletcher needed to be watched over until Louis returned, then that was what she would do. There was already a chair next to Fletcher’s bed, one she hadn’t noticed before. It wasn’t odd, exactly – plenty of people had chairs in their rooms – but, in light of the past 10 minutes, Amber wondered if this chair was explicitly for Louis to watch over Fletcher while he slept. Amber settled herself into the chair. For the first thirty seconds, she sat up straight, staring at Fletcher’s sleeping form without blinking. After a half-minute of even breathing, though, she decided that Fletcher didn’t need quite that level of attentiveness and relaxed her posture a bit. Ten minutes later, as Amber was mentally planning what she would ask Louis when he returned, Fletcher started to move. Amber sat upright, one hand already gripping her phone. She didn’t speak, not wanting to wake him, but she watched Fletcher writhed slightly, leaning his head back and forth. After a minute, his eyes opened, wet, red, and scared. “Fletcher?” Amber said softly. “Fletcher, it’s OK.” Fletcher’s head turned on the pillow just enough so that he could look at the source of the voice. Instead of relaxing upon seeing Amber’s face, however, he teared up more. All of Amber’s forced-logic calm evaporated. “What’s wrong?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from squeaking. “Fletcher, what do you need?” Instead of responding, Fletcher just moaned. Well, it was kind of a moan. A weak, pained sigh that Amber correctly took to mean he couldn’t speak. “It’s OK,” Amber repeated, wholly unsure if that was true. “You’re OK.” Fletcher whined quietly, pitifully. It was as if he’d been tranquilized, and the only part of his body he was capable of moving was his head, which he was shaking back and forth slowly. Amber was now on her feet, staring down at her miserable classmate. He gazed back up at her, silently pleading. But she could tell for what. “Are you hurt?” she asked, knowing the question was futile. Clearly, if Fletcher was capable of moving or speaking, he would have by this point. He was only whining though, looking increasingly distressed. “I’m sorry,” Amber pleaded, totally at a loss. “Louis is coming, he’s on his way.” Fletcher’s eyes widened for a second, but then his face crumpled, and he actually started to cry, tears streaming sideways from the outer corners of his eyes. “Fletch!” This time, Amber did gasp at the sound of Louis’s voice from the hallway. “In here!” she called, relieved. She took a step back as Louis strode forcefully into the room, not quite sprinting. He didn’t even look at Amber; he just stepped next to the bed and looked down at Fletcher, assessing the situation. “It’s OK,” Louis promised, in a voice more gentle than Amber would have ever thought possible. “You’re OK. I’m here.” Fletcher’s whine was different this time – broken instead of desperate. Tears poured down the sides of his face as he gazed up at his towering friend. Louis reached down and stroked Fletcher’s hair, then abruptly turned toward Amber. “I’ve got this. You can go.” Amber didn’t hesitate; she walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. She made it all the way to the front room before she slumped on the couch, experiencing an adrenaline crash disproportionate to the actual length of the event. Back in the bedroom, Fletcher was still crying, though not as hard. “It’s OK, man,” Louis soothed. “It’ll be OK. She doesn’t know. She didn’t see anything.” Fletcher squeezed his eyes shut, pressing out another stream of tears. Louis sighed. There was only so much comforting he could do. Now, he had to focus on more functional things. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said softly. Louis pulled back the blankets to reveal the wet patch that he already knew would be there. The stain glistened around Fletcher’s lower half, and Louis could have kicked himself. If he’d just been a few minutes earlier… “It’s OK,” he repeated, gently easing Fletcher to a sitting position. “We’ll just get you cleaned up, and then you can go back to sleep. I’m here.” Supporting most of Fletcher’s weight, Louis guided his friend to the connected bathroom. It wasn’t quite a well-honed system, but neither was this the first time the duo had done this particular dance. Louis tried to speed things up this time, though, knowing the speed of Fletcher’s crash meant that he was going to need even more rest. Instead of a full shower, then, Louis just propped his roommate up on the shower chair, stripped off his wet clothes, and wiped him down with a soapy washcloth. Back in the bedroom, he situated a towel-wrapped Fletcher on the chair by the bed while he changed the bedsheets. The whole process took only about ten minutes, but Louis was exhausted by the time Fletcher was back in his clean, dry bed, asleep before his head hit the pillow. Drained, Louis gathered the wet sheets in his arms and exited the room, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. He didn’t bother to sigh when he saw Amber still sitting on the couch. She straightened expectantly when he walked out, but he didn’t acknowledge her at first. He just walked past to put the sheets the in washer. Amber heard the washing machine start, then the sound of water in the kitchen – Louis washing his hands. She waited patiently. At first, she’d stayed because she was too overwhelmed to move. Then, after she’d had a minute to collect herself, she decided that she wanted answers and had steeled herself to stay. Now, seeing Louis in front of her, she wasn’t quite as sure about that decision. The hulking man sat down at the opposite corner of the couch. After a second, he shifted slightly so that he was turned toward Amber. He didn’t speak, but he stared, silently daring her to ask her questions. Amber drew in a deep breath. “Is…” she started. “Is he…” Louis’s stare was harsh, protective. Amber knew that if she asked the wrong question, she wouldn’t get any answers at all. She pressed her lips together, trying to sort out the thoughts and emotions of the afternoon. Finally, after a few more seconds of silence, she opened her mouth again. “Did I hurt him?” Louis paused, then visibly relaxed, if only slightly. “No,” he sighed. “You actually did really well.” Relieved, Amber slumped back into the couch. “Good.” She looked back up at Louis. She still wanted to know more, but she didn’t want to press too much. “If…is there anything I could do next time? Maybe to prevent…” She trailed off, not knowing what exactly it was she’d be preventing. Louis hesitated again, considering his answer. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “It’s…Fletch doesn’t always appreciate suggestions to slow down and take it easy.” Amber mulled that answer for a moment. So whatever it was that had happened was somewhat perpetuated by stress and hard work. Louis was telling her that she could keep an eye out for Fletcher pushing himself, but ultimately, it was up to Fletcher to decide whether or not he would relax. “So you’ve known him for a while, then?” she asked, switching tactics. Louis nodded, apprehensively, anticipating where this line of questioning was going. “Has he…always…” “Look,” Louis stared at Amber, not bothering to let her finish eking out a question. “I’m not going to give you details. It’s up to Fletcher to decide how much of his own personal information he wants to share.” “No, I-“ Amber held up her hands, fending off the not-entirely-inaccurate implied accusation. “I know.” Louis sighed again. He knew this was bound to happen, eventually. (Well, not quite this.) He’d tried to talk to Fletcher about pacing himself and what to say to classmates if they ever noticed anything, but neither of the roommates had been prepared for just how strenuous law school was going to be. He knew Amber was unlikely to be satisfied with no explanation at all, but he also knew that he didn’t want to share anything without Fletcher’s permission. “You take care of him.” Amber’s matter-of-fact statement interrupted Louis’s stream of consciousness, and his first reaction was pure defensiveness. “I don’t…” he sputtered, desperate to protect his roommate. “I’m not a nurse. He’s not an invalid.” And yet, even as he spoke, Louis was unsure of how much weight his words would carry. Amber had only known then for a short time, and she’d just seen Fletcher collapse and cry, and, even if she hadn’t seen it, she had to have figured out that he had an accident. “We’re friends,” Louis insisted sincerely. “We met in college, and we were friends, and when…when things started happening, I wanted to help.” He looked up at Amber, tired and deflated. “That’s all.” It was easily the most emotion Amber had ever seen from Louis, not that that was saying much. She felt for him; he clearly cared deeply for Fletcher, and, whatever the two of them were dealing with, it wasn’t her place to know just yet. “OK,” she said after several moments. “OK.” She reached for her bag, but turned back to Louis as she stood. “Tell Fletcher…” she said quietly, “tell Fletcher I hope he feels better soon. And tell him I’ll send him my notes once I get them all organized.” Louis nodded slowly, too tired to stand and see her out the door. “And…” Amber paused, hoping this next bit came out right. “I won’t…I won’t tell anyone. Anything. Please don’t worry.” Louis seemed to melt into the couch, nearly delirious with relief that he hadn’t hoped for. Amber gave him a small smile, then walked out the door, each leaving the other with opinions quite different than how they’d began the afternoon.
  4. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 018

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    Here is the request I did for @AkenoSama, featuring their OC!

    © AkenoSama (Character & Concept)

  5. YellowSnow129

    Panty And Stocking Accident 2019

    From the album: My Pictures

    Lori had to go badly ☹️
  6. YellowSnow129

    Incredibly Embarrassed Panty Shots 2019

    From the album: My Pictures

    Here are panty shots.
  7. YellowSnow129

    Incredibly Embarrassed 2019

    From the album: My Pictures

    Superheros really need to learn to go before fighting.
  8. Lythe

    Waste Not

    Author's Note: Hi all! Just a quick reminder, this is a story involved anthropomorphic animals. This opening chapter doesn't contain desperation, but does set up the rest of the story. There will also be humiliation/domination themes throughout, so if this is something you don't enjoy please be aware! I'd love any feedback ya'll may have all well. Thanks! Chapter 1: "You've disappointed me, Subira." The deep, masculine voice cut through the air like a knife. Subira involuntarily pushed her canine ears back against her head. They lay flat as she stared down at the ground, utterly ashamed. Subira took pride in her position. She worked incredibly hard to please her King, her master. Knowing she had failed in such a public fashion was mortifying. "I give my most humble apologies, my King." She spoke from her kneeling position. The young female jackalfolk didn't dare look up. She didn't deserve to meet his gaze. The drought plaguing her people was the worst many had seen in years. It hadn’t rained in months. Their best shamans pleaded with the gods to send water, but so far their cries seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Earlier in the day she had carelessly knocked down a servant carrying several clay pitchers full of water on a tray. Water that could have slaked the thirst of many citizens. Semut, her master, sighed. Normally, someone in his court making a mistake like this wasn't too difficult. But Subira had made it during the worst time, and in front of too many witnesses. He couldn't write it off, even if he'd have preferred to let someone he valued so highly off with a light judgement. He had to punish her, severely, for the transgression. More than that, it needed to reflect what she had done. Wasted water during a drought. He would have to think on it. Frustrated, he sent her away. "Return to my chambers at first light. I will begin your punishment then." Semut growled. He rose from his chair, flicking Subira away with an irritated paw. What was an appropriate punishment for one of his favorites for making such a stupid mistake? He couldn’t simply take away several days water rations from her. She would dehydrate, not to mention he still needed her to be able to perform her duties. She was one of the best in his court when it came to acquiring things. But how could Subira possibly pay back such a debt? Subira woke early the next morning. She had slept fitfully, not knowing what today would bring. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she got up, feeling the previous day’s burden upon her. She felt such a heavy guilt, knowing just how much precious water she had wasted. Hopefully Semut would help her atone more than just dole out some sort thoughtless of sentence. Subira doubted he would hurt her physically. She’d seen the king’s eyes upon her before. She knew she was a beauty to behold. She also doubted he would let her off easily, despite being one of his favored workers. Semut was known for handing out tough, but fair, judgements. She took her morning piss before dressing herself in some of her plainest clothes. A simple white cotton shirt that still showed her flat belly while covering her ample breasts, and a white flowing skirt to cover her lower body, cutting off at the knee. Realizing the sun would be coming up soon, Subira quickly made her way to Semut's chamber. The sun was just started to creep into the sky when she reached his entrance, and she knocked quietly. "Come in." Subira heard him beckon. She did so hesitantly, closing the door behind her. Her expression was contrite. The young woman truly hoped her King would have a suitable penalty awaiting her. "Subira, I take no pleasure in punishing one of my most valued workers." Semut sighed, rising from his bed. He was tall, particularly for a jackalfolk, standing a full six feet. Many rulers grew complacent, no longer working on themselves physically. Semut, however, hadn't quit. He was strong, and it showed from his muscular arms down to the noticeable abs. Often he could be found practicing swordplay with some of the most fearsome men in his army. Semut hadn't yet been dressed for the day, but he made no effort to cover himself. He was not a modest man. "I know you. How hard you toil at your post. Your punishment will suit your crime. Today, you will not waste water." He spoke clearly, walking over to stand in front of Subira, who had kneeled before him. "Look up." The man spoke. His dick hung in front of the petite jackalfolk woman. She was surprised, then confused. Did he expect her to service his cock? Her tail began to wag nervously. "Starting now, you will be given no water ration. Instead, you will drink my piss as I need release. You will not be permitted to let it out until I give the command. You will hold it in, no matter what, until you are allowed to let go. When I permit release, you will piss in a jug. When the jug is full, you will use it to water plants around the palace. This punishment will last until you fill the number of pitchers you so carelessly wasted." Semut concluded. "Do you understand your judgement?" Subira nodded silently. It was not what she had anticipated, but it was atonement. "Good." Semut spoke. “You will perform whatever duties I require of you outside of this. You will be at my side until you have fulfilled this punishment.” He pumped his hips forward lightly, jiggling his cock forward. The gesture was clear. Subira said nothing as she took his dick lightly in her mouth. She had no complaints she could voice. While she expected this to be miserable, it would truly make up for what she had done. As Semut’s hot, acrid piss began to fill her mouth, her eyes water. His first morning’s piss was awful. It was intense, and unpleasant, but there was nothing to be done but drink. And drink. And drink. It seemed as if her torment would never end, but at last his stream trickled down to a stop. Subira swallowed, grimacing as the taste stayed on her tongue. She could feel her stomach was now uncomfortably full of liquid. Dread settled in as she remembered just how many pitchers had been wasted the day before. Ten. This would not be the last morning piss she drank.
  9. Duke squirmed in his seat as the bell rang. He folded his lips in together as he saw the teacher walk out of the class. He crossed his legs under the desk and took a rather controlled breath. Duke really had to use the toilets but that wasn’t possible, at least not now. Another teacher entered the room and everybody stood up to greet her . Duke although didn’t want to follow the suit, had to force himself to stand up with a bladder dangerously full. The strain he felt when he stood up made him wince in agony. It was a 40 minute long lesson and although he was almost at the limit of his capacity, Duke knew he could hold it till the end if tried hard enough. Wiggling on his seat, he was finding it really hard to concentrate on what was being taught and that was rather unusual for him. Being one of the brightest students of the class , Duke had always been the favorite of his teachers. He loved all his subjects, but Physics was what really got him going. Duke had always been the one to solve problems before anyone else in the class could. His colleagues had always been in awe of his ability to answer questions that weren’t even taught in the class before. He was a genius. Even Duke’s parents were incredibly happy with his performance at school and it would make their chests swell with pride when someone would refer to their son’s academic achievements. In his twelfth grade now, Duke saw a wide spectrum of career possibilities before him but there was one path he found himself stuck at. He wanted to be a Quantum Physicist and he knew he had what it takes to become one. Although he was one of the more handsome guys at school, he had never been with a girl. He always found himself too drowned in his books to take time out for someone else. But it was not like he regretted it, he found it really boring to talk to people anyway. He liked keeping to himself, maybe that was a facet of his introvert personality. 23 minutes more to go, Duke’s bladder was so swollen and full that he wasn’t even able to sit still. He thanked himself that unlike sitting at the first bench like most toppers, he occupied the last one in the row. He looked around, everyone was busy listening to what the teacher was blabbering about .Even he wanted to listen, it was Physics after all ,but he wasn’t even able to think straight needing to pee so much let alone solve algorithms. Duke rested his left hand on his bulging ,throbbing bladder as he took down notes from the other, cursing the school authorities under his breathe, after all it was because of them that he wasn’t getting a chance to pee. His school had a rather strict policy regarding toilets- they were kept locked most of the time and were only unlocked in the morning before the lectures had started and then again after the school ended. Duke always made sure he used the loos at both the opportunities but today he hadn’t got a chance to relieve himself before the lectures began. He had missed his bus this morning and his dad had dropped him off to school. By the time he got here the toilets were already locked. Duke crossed his legs tighter , his face showed his agony. He shot a look at his wrist watch again, 11 minutes more. He was going out of his mind needing to pee so much. He had been feeling slight twinges his bladder from the time he left home this morning and urge and had increased so much since then. He grabbed his crotch tight, there was no point in waiting anymore, he absolutely had to use the toilets now. “Are you alright?” his bench mate asked ,watching Duke’s bent forward posture and his hand between his legs. “Y-Yes I just really have to go to the bathroom, I will be back in a minute…” he replied as he stood up from his seat. On his trembling legs ,he somehow walked up to the teacher . “M-Miss, may I go to the toilet…? he asked, rubbing his thigh together. “No I can’t let you go in between the lectures…there are only 5 minutes left…can’t you even wait that long? Go back to your seat..” she replied, as she continued scribbling on the board. That was a rather harsh reply from someone who adored Duke for his academic prowess. Miss Patricia was his favorite and he knew she liked him too but why was she acting so tough to him? “P-Please mam…its very urgent…” Duke couldn’t help his voice from shaking. He slightly bobbed on his crossed knees , his exhausted body begging for a positive response. “I said NO Duke…” she turned around to look at him with glaring eyes, he was disturbing her class and she wasn’t liking it one bit. He felt embarrassed to have been refused to use the toilets in front of the whole class. He wished she would’ve understood of his pressing need. With his face bent down he took small painful steps back to his seat not even daring to look his classmates in the eye. “5 more minutes Duke…don’t worry…it’s gonna be fine …you can hold it for 5 more minutes..” he told himself. It was not too long but when you are bursting for the toilets even 5 minutes seem like eternity. He stopped taking notes and focused his entire energy in keeping his pee in. He grabbed his crotch in desperation and waited for the lecture to get over. When the bell finally rang Duke’s face brightened with hope. He was gonna make it! He hurriedly stuffed his note book in his bag , two strapped it on his back and sped out of the class not even bothering to wait for the teacher to make her exit first. He wasn’t in the position to wait for anyone, he seriously had to pee. This was for the first time that Duke hadn’t been able to understand a thing during the Physics lecture. For the entire class, all what he could think about was how much he had to urinate. Taking small baby steps across the hallway filled with a sea of students making their way out of the classes , Duke was stealing himself from grabbing his crotch. Each step sent waves of agony across his swollen bladder. Oh there was so much pressure, he couldn’t wait to let it all out. When he finally reached the toilets at the end of the corridor , his heart sank to see that they were still locked. The peon hadn’t opened them yet. He came so close to loosing control at that very moment but somehow controlled himself. His bus would have left in a few minutes and Duke was standing in front of the boy’s toilet squirming and wincing in pain. He was not in a position to take a 70 minute long ride back home while holding a precariously full bladder. “Why hadn’t they opened the loos yet?” he thought in frustration as he shoved his hands in his crotch. He was about to cry but held back his tears somehow. At least there weren’t any other students to watch him dance in agony. He looked at his wrist watch , it was 4 :16. His bus was to leave in 4 minutes , he had to think of something before it was too late. Duke was literally shaking with the effort to hold his pee. He had never held it this long before , he had to pee so much. He knew it was time and that he had to board his bus or else he was gonna miss it ,again. Duke was sure he won’t be able to make it home without having an accident but there was no other option. He rested a hand on his bloated bladder and made his way to the bus. He was so sure he’d get to pee after the class ended but here he was, about to take a long ride back home while nursing a bladder that had reached its absolute limit. On the bus, Duke carefully chose a front seat and sat down. This would have helped him make a quicker exit when his stop arrived . He crossed his legs and looked out of the window, trying to take his mind off his severe need. His body was vibrating as he fought an intense battle against his bladder. Had he been home , he would have used the loos hours ago. If he’d have been on a road trip with his parents, he’d have asked his dad to stop the car right away so he could take a pee by the roadside. He had never been so desperate in his entire life. He took out his mobile phone from his bag and plugged the earphones to it. He thought if he’d listen to some music maybe it would help him take his mind off his pressing need. 30 minutes into the ride, Duke couldn’t stop fidgeting on his seat. The music wasn’t helping at all. He was really worried now, he didn’t want to wet himself in front of his school mates. He took deeper breathes, trying to calm himself down but it wasn’t helping. Duke was panicking, he was so close. He opened his belt and pulled the waist band of his trousers away from his bladder. This was all he could do to ease the bursting pressure and pain in his bladder. The guy sitting next him noticed what he was doing but chose to ignore. Duke’s body continued to shake as he tried to hold on to his pee. Just then he felt a quick spurt of urine escape into his underwear. He covered his mouth to avoid himself from squealing . He grabbed his crotch with the other hand to maintain control, not bothering about the guy sitting next to him. To his luck there was no visible wet patch on his pants, atleast not yet. He desperately looked out of the window to see how far he was from home .By his calculations ,he knew it would take him roughly around 10 more minutes to get there. 10 minutes was too much for him , but he had hold it. He had thought he would wet himself in the bus but he had somehow managed to cover a major portion of the journey without letting anything out ,except a leak. Duke knew he could do it, he just could not let himself loose control after coming so far. As the bus pulled over at his stop, Duke quickly stood up from his seat to climb out, sending waves of urine crashing against the walls of his bladder. He was now just a two minute walk away from the toilets at his home. He stepped out of the bus , grabbed his crotch with all his might and walked with rigid steps. He crossed the road without caring about the heavy traffic , he didn’t have much time left time in his hands. Making it to the lobby of his apartment building, Duke prepared himself to climb the stairs to reach his place on the third floor. Duke had always been the one to enthusiastically climb the stairs ,sighting that it was good for their health , when his father would complain about not having an elevator in their building. But today he wished there was an elevator to take him home quicker so he could get to pee as soon as possible. He held the wall for support as he climbed the stairs with staggering steps. The strain it caused his bladder was unbearable but he willed himself to hold on. Duke was so was glad that he was going to make it. He was so sure that he would wet himself in the bus but he was able to suppress his need, he had won. He made it to his floor somehow, his pee right on the edge of shooting out uncontrollably. He didn’t dare remove his hand from his crotch, even the slightest relaxation at this point would have caused him to loose control. Duke pressed the doorbell, expecting his mom to open the door. It was then that he recalled that the door bell was broken. He quickly slid a hand into his pocket and retrieved his phone to dial his mom’s number. “Pick up…pick up… mom …where are you?!” he breathed, gulping a lump in his throat as he continued to slightly bounce on his bent knees. Kathy didn’t pick up.He tried again. His face frowned as another call went by unanswered. He was so close to the toilets and the relief he so desperately wanted but his mom wasn’t opening the door! Duke banged the door in desperation, leaning on to it , he had to pee so much. “Mom! Please open the door!” he wailed. In one last ditch effort he called her again, hoping she would reply and this time, she did. “Hey honey where are you? “ she asked. “Mom! Open the door quick! Please! I have to go to the bathroom!” Duke cried out , his hand shaking as he held the phone to his ear. Kathy was shaken when she heard this. In one quick motion she hung up the call , threw her phone on the bed and ran to open the door. Her son wanted to go the bathroom so badly and it was because of her that he was still standing out. She cursed herself for not being more attentive . She knew the door bell was broken , she shouldn’t have kept her phone on silent. She paced across the hall ,reaching the door and unlocking it the instant she got there, to find Duke standing out ,withering in desperation. She noticed the big wet patch on his crotch. He had been involuntarily letting out small spurts of pee into his underwear while he was waiting for her to unlock the door. Her eyes widened, “I am so sorry honey…” she sighed as Duke rushed past her. He didn’t have any time to listen to his mother ,he had to pee, RIGHT NOW! Duke hobbled across the hall ,grabbing his crotch. He could see the toilets, he was just a few feet away! But the pressure in his bladder had grown too much by then and his deliriously tired body completely gave out. He froze as a hot torrent of urine started soaking his pants and running down his trembling legs. Duke tried to stop the flow but his body refused to obey. He was having an accident. “Oh no….” Kathy sighed as she saw a puddle beneath her son’s feet. As he heard these words from his mother, tears rolled down Duke’s eyes. Kathy knew it was her fault. She knew Duke could have made it to the toilets if she would’ve opened the door even seconds earlier. She felt so guilty, she almost felt like hitting herself. Duke broke into gasping sobs as pee continued to rush out of him. He felt so embarrassed to feel so much urine coming out of him, while he stood in front of his mother. He had fought such a rigorous battle against his need and lost. Kathy covered her mouth in horror as she saw Duke’s puddle expand at an astounding rate. She didn’t want to think about how long he must have been holding it to have an accident so big. After almost three minutes , his stream of pee finally slowed down. He had soaked every inch of his pants below his crotch. Humiliated at his accident, Duke ran and locked himself inside his room, leaving wet foot prints behind. He removed his wet pants to find that his underwear was completely drenched. His tucked in shirt had also absorbed a considerable amount of his urine, he felt so ashamed of himself. He went for a shower , but even all that water wasn’t enough to wash off his disgust. He cried as water poured down his face. Kathy was shocked at the enormous pool of pee that Duke had left on the floor. She couldn’t believe that her son was holding so much. She broke down on the couch behind her, shocked at what she had just witnessed. But she gathered herself quickly , she knew she had to talk to him. It took her a while to clean the floor before she knocked on Duke’s door. “Honey.. can I come in?” Kathy said. Duke opened the door and climbed back on his bed. Kathy noticed that he had changed his clothes. “Are you okay sweetie?” she asked in light tone, holding his knee. “Ya…” he answered looking down to his lap. “I am sorry honey. I know it was my fault…” she said. “It’s okay.. “ he responded , his voice still heavy. Kathy looked at his dull face and asked rather cautiously, “Aren’t you using the loos at school honey?” She knew this was a delicate question, but Duke’s massive accident was really making her worried. “I do whenever I get a chance, but today I couldn’t..” he replied. He broke down in tears as he spoke, there was no confidence left in him. All he wanted to do was hide at some place where no one could find him. He didn’t want to face anyone, not even his mom. “Calm down baby…just breath….” she said, rubbing Duke’s back, “Do you wanna have lunch? I made your favorite…” she smiled, trying to cheer him up. “No…” he answered, tears still rolling down his cheeks. He just couldn’t stop crying. Kathy made sure she sat by his side till he felt any better. She left when he stopped sobbing , she somehow knew he had to sleep. Later that night when Peter came back home from the office, Kathy took him to the kitchen. The frowned look on his wife’s face made him anxious,”What’s the matter is everything okay?” he asked. “Duke wet himself today after he came back from school…” Kathy said “…he was standing out calling on my cell phone and I didn’t see it , he had to pee so badly…he kept calling and by the time I noticed and opened the door , it was too late . He had a huge accident all over the floor…it’s all my fault” she said looking away. Peter was relieved to know nothing drastic had happened in his absence. He held Kathy by her shoulder and said, “It wasn’t your fault honey…it’s okay.” “There was so much urine, I didn’t want to see him like that…” she said, she felt so disturbed. “It’s okay darling… where is he? Is he sleeping?” Peter asked. “Yes maybe, he hasn’t come out since then…” she replied. Duke heard a knock on his door, “May I come in?” Peter asked as he opened it slightly. Duke knew what his father had come to talk about. “Hey champ! Wanna go, catch a movie?” he asked. He didn’t refer to anything what Kathy had told him about, he didn’t want to make the young guy feel any more embarrassed. “No dad I’m fine..” Although Duke initially refused, he eventually gave into his father’s repeated mocking and the three of them went to watch a movie that night. During their entire outing, Duke couldn’t help but think of the accident he had earlier that day. He felt so shaken from within but he knew he had to move on. It took him a while to forget about the incident but it only strengthened him as an individual. From then on he made sure not to drink too much water at school. There were certain instances where he felt desperate to pee but was able to make to a toilet before the matters took a turn for the worse. And as far as dreams are concerned, he did become a Quantum Physicist.
  10. Goldenstorm

    A lot of omorashi in one anime

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    Hi everyone, this is a compilation of various omorashi scenes, all from the same anime. DESCRIPTION: This is from a common anime, not a hentai. On it a girl (the main character of this cartoon) is always trying to make the good girl (who thinks she is her best friend) pees her panties in front of everyone, but there is no mater how hard she tries, the situations always turns against her, beeing the one who always finish wetting herself. CAUTION: This is a common anime, but the charactes are children, I hope it is not against the rules, and I expect it doesn´t offend anyone.

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  11. Hey everyone. 🙂 Since I got a new computer, I decided to make a new story on here. This time not interactive, I'm afraid, since the last few interactive stories I made sort of petered out and never got going again, I figured I'd just do a regular story and see where it goes. I hope to get a lot of chapters of this done, so let's-a go. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP "Ugh..." Jessie rolled over in bed, turning off her alarm. It had been 2 days since she decided to board the space station, and while she loved it, mostly because she loved space, what she didn't love was how early she had to get up every morning. It was a rigid schedule, and one she had never been used to following. The blonde girl got out of bed, letting her straight shoulder-length hair fall down as she stepped into some slippers. She had been sleeping only in a shirt and panties, as she was prone to do. Jessie yawned as she walked drowsily to the bathroom. After doing her business she stripped and got in the shower. The water was cold at first, but it quickly warmed up. Another thing she loved about this space station, there was always warm water. Something she didn't always have at her apartment back home. After showering, Jessie dried off and went out to her wardrobe, picking out her clothes for the day. Luckily they didn't have any strict regimens about what the passengers could or could not wear. They did have specified uniforms, but those were only for missions that called for them, like skin-boilingly hot planets, or planets with a dangerous atmosphere. After a few minutes, Jessie decided to put on a plain white t-shirt and black shorts, as well as some comfortable flats. Walking out of her room, the cold, sterile look of the giant lobby of the station made her frown. "This place could use some redecorating," she said to herself as she walked up to a large console in the center of the room. This could tell her where the ship was going. She noticed it was headed for Octon VIII, a planet which was known for etiquette and good practices. Great, she'd have to be on her best behaviour. At least it wouldn't be landing there until the next morning. Until then she was free to goof off if she wanted to. Noticing her stomach growling, Jessie took an elevator down, to the largest cafeteria she had ever seen in her life. It had been 2 days, and she had been there at least 6 times, but she was still in awe of how massive it was. As she looked around at all the different food shops, oddly enough none of which were name brand, she decided on a bagel place - fittingly, one of the only shops open at 7 in the morning. As Jessie sat down to eat, she bumped into one of the other passengers. "Sup, Jessica?" Jessie tensed up hearing her full name, but then smiled over at her friend Marie. The blonde started eating, drinking a lot since the bagel was pretty dry. "Not a lot, Marie. Just woke up. Pretty tired. Y'know, the usual." Marie chuckled. "Yeah, I get that." The taller girl had black curly hair, brown eyes and a bit of a pudgy body, which also meant D-cup breasts. Jessie felt a little jealous, since her skinny frame only allowed for B-cups, but she wasn't about to admit it. "So, um..." Jessie looked around in her mind for something to discuss. "You... looking forward to visiting our first new planet?" They had already been to close planets, ones that everyone knew about, but this would be the first one that no human had ever been to. "Yeah! Octon sounds cool! I hear they've got some strict practices there, though..." The duo talked for a little while, even long after their respective breakfasts were finished, and they went their separate ways. Jessie decided to explore the ship a little more, something she didn't really have time to do either of the previous days. They'd be landing the next morning, so while they were in flight there wasn't much they strictly had to do. Jessie got onto the elevator and pressed the button for one floor up. It wasn't quite the residential areas, so she wanted to see what was there. She took her drink with her, which she thought was a good idea. As the blonde arrived on the next floor, she saw that it was like one giant mall. It had all sorts of shops and stands and kiosks... it even had a huge fountain! Jessie smiled, and realized her bladder was filling up a little. She checked her watch... 8:00!? She figured she and Marie must've been talking for a while longer than she thought they were. Ignoring the feelings, since they weren't even that strong yet, Jessie did a little window shopping. She spent a while walking around and looking in through the shop windows, seeing what there was. Some had some really neat-looking alien devices and gadgets, Jessie wondered what they did. After about an hour and a half, Jessie noticed her bladder twinge. "Aah..." she looked down at the bottle in her hand. The drink was really good, it was like and orange juice mixed with some other kind of juice, maybe guava or mango or something, but the bottle had sort of an alien look to it... it was probably a stronger diuretic than most Earth drinks. "Dammit..." She looked around for any sort of toilet, but she couldn't see any, at least not any close ones. Walking over to another panel, this one with a map loaded, she checked where she was and looked up to see if there were any bathrooms on the floor. "Oh, shit..." she noticed one on the other side of the floor. "I-it's so far away..." She was only about 6/10, but it was still a little hard to hold. Jessie pressed her legs together a little as she walked slowly but surely towards the elevator, which wasn't as far as the bathrooms were. "W-why is this damn place so big?" she wondered aloud, as she pressed the elevator button. She figured if she could get to her room and use the bathroom there it'd be the shortest route. As the elevator arrived, Jessie saw another of her shipmates, Zoe. Her green hair (probably dyed) came down to her neck. Her flat chest made her look a little androgynous sometimes, but she never seemed to mind. "Where to?" Zoe asked. "U-up to my room, please." Jessie tried to stand still, standing upright to try and make it seem like she didn't need to pee. Zoe would take full advantage of that. She wasn't mean, but she would sometimes playfully tease the others. Zoe nodded and pressed the elevator button, before taking a water bottle out of her pocket, taking a big sip. She put the cap on and held it in her hand, which was fidgeting a bit, making the water swirl around. The sound was enough to make Jessie squirm. Zoe looked over at her and smirked a little, intentionally making the water bottle shake a little more. "Ngh..." Jessie closed her eyes, before finally the elevator dinged and they got up to her floor. "Th-thanks, Zoe!" She ran out and headed towards her room. She was definitely at a 7, maybe an 8/10 now, that drink was really working! 2 hours and she was at an 8/10, she figured the drink must be pretty strong! As Jessie walked towards her room she had to put a hand on her crotch to try and hold it all in, even having to stop a couple of times on the way so she didn't leak. Finally as she got to her door she opened it with her keycard and ran inside, heading straight to the bathroom. "J-just in time..." she got her shorts off as she sat down on the toilet, letting the torrent go. "Ahhhh..." She closed her eyes happily, the release felt good. After she was finished, Jessie heard a knock on her door. She opened it, only to find a package. "Huh..." She grabbed the package and took it inside, opening it up on her bed. It was a small grey disc with a button on it. She pressed the button and a blue-ish hologram came out. "Greetings. You've probably heard that we are on course for the planet Octon VIII," came the familiar voice of the commander, the one who talks to them from somewhere off the ship. She assumed he was still on Earth somewhere. Fair enough, she supposed, he was a busy man. "On this trip it is crucial that you are all on your best behaviour. Wear some fancier clothes, and make sure if you take a drink you don't spill a drop. The people of this planet are extremely picky about etiquette and you will be put to death if even a single drop of any liquid spills on their ground. And they will know, since their ground is super fertile, and will start sprouting the minute any liquid touches it." Jessie tried hard to memorize the information, as the hologram disc looked expensive, like something she wasn't allowed to keep. "We will be landing at about 6 am. You must be up and ready by 8, as that is when we will be meeting with their people. Do not be late. Over and out." Jessie took the disc back out of her room, looking for a place to put it, before being told by one of the robot maids that she could, in fact, keep it. "Oh! Um... thank you." She smiled and pocketed the small device. "It's amazing the technology they managed to find for this place." At about noon, Jessie had some lunch and enjoyed an off-brand cola. It wasn't Coke, but it was still nice. She wondered why so many of the things on the ship were off-brand. Probably because it was an experimental thing that was only proposed the last year. Another couple of hours later and the blonde found herself in a movie theater. "This place is massive..." she muttered to herself as she looked around. A few hours later, around 5:00, she had some dinner, and a large smoothie. One she blended herself, using various fruits she had stored in the fridge in her room. As well as some ice cream. It was more like a milkshake, but Jessie called it a smoothie. She went out to the big console again and checked the course. They were getting pretty close. Doing some research on the planet, she found out that the planet is completely natural. No man-made structures. "What do they do when they...?" she was interrupted by Marie, who hugged her from behind. "Jessie!" Marie smiled. "You ready? This planet's gonna be so cool! It's like a gigantic forest, with some plains thrown in!" "Heh, yeah..." Jessie was a little worried, not as ecstatic about it as Marie seemed to be. "Um, it says here that there are no manmade structures on the entirety of the planet." "Huh... neat!" Marie smiled more. She was always overly-enthusiastic. It warmed Jessie's heart to see. "Yeah, I guess it is." Jessie smiled a bit. "What's wrong?" Marie asked. "You nervous?" Jessie nodded. "We're going to another planet, what if we break a rule? What if they arrest us?" "Don't worry," Marie said, "We'll be fine!" And with that she got up and left. Jessie thought about it a bit more and nodded. She knew they'd be fine. 5 hours later and the planet was within sight from any of the giant reinforced windows that lined the ship's exterior. Jessie looked out at it from her room's single window. "Wow..." She smiled. "So beautiful... no wonder we're going there." Jessie noticed the time. "Uh-oh! I'd better get moving if I want to get to bed in time!" She quickly went in and showered. She did need to use the bathroom again, so the water running over her half-full bladder made her squirm a little, but she could hold it fine. As Jessie exited the bathroom, after relieving herself one last time, she put on some comfy sleepwear and went right to bed. The next morning, Jessie woke up and looked at her clock. "Oh man, 7:30. I slept in a bit. That's ni-" she suddenly realized what that meant. "7:30!? We're meeting at 8!" She rushed out of bed, jumping in for a 5-minute shower, not even waiting for the water to really warm up, before putting on some more formal clothes - a blue button-up shirt and black dress pants - and heading out the door, ignoring her bladder completely. It had really filled that night, she was very full, but she figured it was better she not be late! As Jessie headed to the gigantic bay doors, she saw the other passengers all gathered around. "There you are!" Marie smiled, hugging her friend tightly, putting unwanted pressure on the girl's bladder. Jessie squirmed and hugged back, before Marie let her go and she crossed her legs. "Um... w-when will this be over?" "I dunno. A couple hours, maybe?" Marie shrugged. Jessie's eyes grew wide and she considered leaving to go and use the bathroom, as even when she first woke up she was at a 7/10, but soon the doors opened and the crew was led off the ship and into a nice, lush forest, full of every tree imaginable. Even some that didn't exist on Earth. Jessie tried to keep herself focused on not letting herself leak, as she remembered the warning about these people being ultra clean freaks and not wanting anything spilled. She took shallower breaths than normal, to try and keep herself dry. The group was led past the forest, to a huge field that had been set up with chairs. Apparently flown in from another planet, as these people don't have anything man-made. Jessie looked around to see if she could see if there had maybe been a bathroom flown in too, but she saw nothing. She sat down and crossed her legs tightly. Unfortunately for the desperate blonde, there was a waterfall right nearby. She bounced in her chair, squeezing her muscles tightly to try and keep it in. A few 'presenters' came on, even a hologram of their ship's commander. Jessie could barely focus, the sound of the rushing water making her hold herself. She really didn't want to do that, at least not in front of so many people, not in her fancy clothes, but she had no choice. She was at an 8/10, getting worse by the moment. Conversations dragged on, people spoke to one another. The scenery was brilliant, the trees decorated everything nicely, and the planet's emerald green sky looked beautiful, and coated the trees and grass, enhancing the green and making them stand out more. It was pretty warm, too, a nice and warm 23 Celsius. Jessie couldn't really focus on that, however, as she was just about ready to pop. The 20-something blonde was constantly squirming in her chair, unable to keep still, as she squeezed her muscles shut, her peehole twitching underneath her dress pants and plain black panties. Her hands were placed firmly between her legs and her legs were crossed so tightly that her hands were actually starting to hurt. People had turned to look at her, but she didn't care. She was at 10/10, and needed a bathroom immediately. The conversation had been going on for a while now, and Jessie felt like her bladder was going to burst. As she looked down to check she noticed it was actually bulging out. Putting a solitary finger on it and pressing in very lightly nearly made her lose it. Jessie crossed her legs tighter, wrapping one around the other with a small whimper. She was sweating, but not from the heat. She looked around, and her eyes focused on the waterfall. The green sky gave it a slightly yellow tint... it almost looked like... "NGH!!"" She grabbed herself tighter, her feet banging against the ground. She needed to keep herself dry, under threat of the death penalty... or at least, that's what she had been told. She wasn't sure if it was completely true... but even if it wasn't, she'd face humiliation in front of her peers and at least a dozen members of this alien community. Finally the event ended and Jessie got up, the sudden change enough to shake her bladder around, sloshing its contents all around and making her almost lose her balance. She tried to walk back towards the ship, but it was a long walk, and she wasn't sure she could make it... "Hey, Jessie!" Zoe patted her on the back, making her shudder. "Me and a couple of the other girls are gonna go swimming. Wanna come along?" Swimming would definitely make her lose it! "Um... n-no thanks, I-I'm alr-right...!" "Aww, c'mon! You never get to go swimming when we're on the ship! Grab your swimsuit, we wanna party!" "I-I thought w-we had t-to s-stay fancy..." Jessie said, her legs quivering. "We did!" Zoe said. "But they said now we can do whatever. II asked if we could swim and they shrugged and said sure. Apparently even a few of the natives are gonna join us." "W-wow..." Jessie nodded. She figured if she went inside to get changed, she could use that time to go the the bathroom, so she nodded. "O-okay, I'll be out soon!" She smiled and turned around, walking as quickly as she could back to the ship. Finally she got back, the giant doors opening for her as she walked back to her room. She had to stop to hold herself a number of times, almost spilling her contents entirely onto the ship's floor. 11/10, her desperation had skyrocketed and was only going to get worse if she didn't get to the bathroom soon. Finally, Jessie got to her room and opened the door. "U-uhh..." she noticed a maid's cleaning tools outside of her bathroom door, much to her horror. "N-n-no... no no n-n-no..." she walked over and banged on the door. "Cleaning!" was the only response she got. "I-I need i-it n-now!" She yelled, banging on the door. "It can't be used right now, not for a while." Jessie tried the door, but it was firmly locked. She figured the others were probably waiting for her, and she wanted out of this stuffy outfit anyway (she never did like dressing up), so she walked up to her wardrobe and got undressed. Looking at her nude figure in the mirror, Jessie saw her bulging bladder. It looked... weirdly impressive, in a way. Like she was going for a world record or something. Suddenly, a small couple of drops leaked out and Jessie grabbed herself tightly again, her now-exposed pussy quivering as she walked slowly back over to her wardrobe, grabbing her 2-piece swimsuit and quickly slipping it on. It was a nice light blue... which would mean any little stain would show up instantly. She smiled, fighting back tears as she put the top on, keeping her legs firmly and tightly crossed so she could have at least 1 hand free. Her bladder bulge was much more pronounced in this form-fitting attire than it was in the fancy clothes, she wondered if people would notice and point it out. As she stepped outside her room, something she didn't think she'd be doing without first using the bathroom, Jessie noticed the floor of the ship was nice and warm. Not too hot, but being made of metal it had retained some of the heat from the planet. She wasn't sure she'd still be holding onto her massive load of piss if she stepped her shaky bare feet onto a freezing metal floor, so she was thankful for that. As her room's door closed behind her she grabbed herself through the bikini, walking slowly back to the giant doors. As Jessie stepped back outside, she looked for the girls and noticed they were in the water already... right under a waterfall. She gasped and crossed her legs MUCH tighter than before, her whole body quivering from the pressure. She managed to compose herself and walked over, dipping a toe in the water. It was a little cool, making her almost lose a lot of her load, but she held on tightly, tighter than ever before, and stepped into the water. The girls noticed her massive bladder bulge as she stepped into the water, and Zoe looked at it curiously. "What happened?" she asked. "Huh? W-what do y-y-you mean?" Jessie responded, trying not to let the water constantly pouring out just a few feet from her get to her or make her lose it. "I mean this!" Zoe poked at her bladder bulge and Jessie gasped, closing her eyes and grabbing herself again, backing up right into the waterfall. That made her gasp even more as the cool water pouring over her made her bladder twitch and spasm. "I-I-I..." She breathed shallowly, almost holding her breath at this point. 13/10. Explosion imminent. Zoe put an arm around her, the other girls looking concerned. "You okay?" she asked. "I-I c-c-can't h-h-hold it..." she crossed her legs under the water. She had never, ever held this much before, not even close. She quickly got out of the water (which dried up on her instantly so as not to spill anything on the planet's surface) and was immediately crippled by the pressure, falling to her knees. "A-a-aaah..." Marie, who had been talking with some of the others, saw this and approached her. "Gotta pee?" she asked. Jessie simply nodded in response. "Can you hold it just a little longer?" Jessie looked up at her. "W-w-why?" "I can lead you to my room and let you use my toilet." Jessie nodded. "Th-th-thanks M-Marie..." she felt some yellow liquid pressing against the inside of her urethra and she fought it back, squeezing harder. Finally she got back to her feet, walking as quickly as she could, which was still at a snail's pace, with Marie. Marie, looking concerned for her friend, had an idea. "Hey, c'mon." "H-huh? W-where a-a-are w-we g-going?" she asked. "My room's too far, we're going to the cafeteria." Jessie nodded, just wanting to be able to see as soon as possible. She felt her pee right up against her, she brought it back again but it took a lot of effort. She squeezed her muscles tighter, squirming and pressing her legs right together. She would have crossed them, and crossed them tightly, if she could while walking, but she had to settle for this. She was surprised she could even still walk at the moment. As she was walking, Jessie looked down at her poor, distended, twitching bladder bulge. It looked like it felt: like it was about to pop. Like a water balloon threatened by a million pins. As they finally got to the elevator, Jessie leaned against the back wall and crossed her legs tighter than before. So tight that she swore she'd cut off the circulation to one of her legs if she kept like that for long enough. As they got to the cafeteria floor they saw one of their shipmates, Jamie, drinking one of those tropical orange juices from the bagel place. It was sloshing around, and she even had some on her shirt. Jamie was always a bit clumsy. This sight made Jessie lose a little, leaking onto the cafeteria floor. "E-eepp!" She held herself tightly, falling to her knees again. "What's with her?" Jamie asked. "Oh, she's gotta-" before Marie could finish her sentence, however, Jamie tripped, her drink flying out of her hand and spilling all over Jessie. Jessie gasped. The sudden chill of the cold drink. The yellow tint. The wetness. It was all too much, and just like that, the floodgates opened. Her pee poured out of her like a faucet, soaking her bathing suit as she tried but failed to stand up, struggling. Tears filled Jessie's eyes as she looked up at Marie. The yellow stuff still flowing out of her, Jessie looked down to see her bladder bulge shrinking. And it felt amazing. The sudden release of all that built-up pressure was almost orgasmic. She actually almost moaned. Her body shivered from the bliss of release, something it had been denied for about 12 full hours. As it kept going, Jamie was no longer the only one watching, as a couple other people, mostly cafeteria staff, gathered around as the seconds turned into over a minute. There was a huge puddle Jessie was now sitting in, and Marie and Jamie had moved away from. As she finally finished, Jessie, now having regained strength in her legs, quickly got up and tried to run, but ended up tripping and falling. She got up again, this time more carefully, and walked to the cafeteria bathroom. She teared up a bit more as she saw herself in the mirror. She had peed herself in front of at least 5 people, her bathing suit was soaked through. She couldn't keep wearing it! ...Right? She could always pass it off like she was swimming... but the smell might give it away. Plus, she'd know, and she'd be disgusted. She was easily grossed out by that kind of thing... if it was a skirt, then maybe, but this was clung tightly to her body. Plus... Jessie had always been a little bit of a closeted exhibitionist, so... this might be exciting. she saw it, if nothing else, as an opportunity. If anyone asked, she'd have an excuse. As Jessie took off her bikini, she realized she didn't have her keycard with her. She cursed under her breath and, covering her exposed pussy and B-cups with either hand, she walked out of the bathroom. Being naked in the cafeteria was weird. She'd always thought about doing something like this, but actually doing it made her heart pound. She made her way quickly over to the elevator and pressed the button, hoping nobody could see her bare butt from where she was. Jessie was a fairly modest girl, so carrying her wet bikini in one hand while running around in the nude was certainly strange. As she got onto the elevator, with someone else on it, she retreated into the corner so they couldn't stare at her butt. "D-don't look at me... please..." The person shrugged as the elevator came to a stop. Jessie got off and ran out, making her way to a laundry hamper that one of the maids left outside a room and quickly dumping her bathing suit inside. "There... n-now to just..." She took the opportunity to search through the clothes, but as expected they were all dirty, since it was a laundry hamper. "Ugh..." She quickly ran, luckily she knew there was an office on her floor. The receptionist could give her a new keycard. Having to go and talk to someone, naked, made it even more thrilling, and she could feel herself getting wet in a different way. As she walked through, she started to relax, even relaxing her hands, since she seemed to be the only one on the floor. Unfortunately, however, as she turned a particular corner, a bunch of people were coming in, and a few noticed the naked blonde. "EEEP!" She gasped and ran, covering her body again. A couple of them pulled out their phones to take pictures, but she was long gone by that point. Thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated from before, she finally made it to the receptionist's office. "I-I..." She tried to think of a lie, and the best she came up with was "I... l-lost my clothes... could I get a new keycard, please?" The receptionist blushed and nodded, handing her one. Jessie took it, briefly uncovering her breasts to do so. "Th-thanks...!!" She figured it was not the most rational decision to strip, but she really didn't want to stay soaked like that for so long... plus, her exhibitionism and general kinkiness took over her rational mind at the time. As Jessie ran out, she made her way back to her room and used the keycard to open the door, making her way inside and flopping down on her bed. "I can't believe that happened." She thought about the whole event in her mind, and realized... after that day, nobody on the ship would look at her the same way again. She just hoped her bladder would never, ever get that full again. Jessie quickly got dressed again, before sitting on her bed, going over the situation in her mind again and again, remembering every little detail... and hoping against hope itself that on the next planet, fate wouldn't be so cruel. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So, that's the first chapter! As always, feedback is heavily appreciated. 😄
  12. Mad Bladder

    One too Many at the Game

    Katelyn sucked and sucked on her large cola. It was a hot day at the baseball stadium, and they stopped at s McDonald’s on the way since they’d be waiting outside a while before it opened. They have free hats to first fifty people in, sadly, she didn’t get one. While her friends Timmy and Ashley did. She wore a purple hoodie which opened at the zipper and had a black t shirt underneath. Sneakers, dark blue jeans that weren’t too tight, but not very lose either. Her hair wrapped in a dark ponytail, and the slurping Noise of liquids splashing against ice in her cup sounded off. “Here’s your cola Kate,” Said Tommy as they left the snack stand. “Thank you dude!” She said. She started in her second large cola from the stadium, and was halfway done by the time they got to their seats and sat. Meanwhile inside her body, the colas mixed together as they traveled through her stomach. As it filtered through her organs it became a dark yellow with some heavy weight to it. That substance pushed through the bottom of her system and poured and poured like a waterfall into her bladder which expanded and quickly pushed against her insides. Her jeans tight at the waist digging into it. As they sat, Kate had her feet up and along with a large pulse of discomfort, a growl was heard from her abdomen. “Oh!” Kate Said. “What’s wrong?” Her friends asked in unison. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said in a strained voice feeling the urgency pulse inside. “The games about to start!” Said Ashley. “Hello? Two large colas.” With that she got up but her friend pulled her back down. “Hey!” “Just stay for the pledge,” Ashley said. “Then you can go take care of your business.” “Ah yeah no,” Kate got up again but was pulled back down. Her bladder throbbed hard like a rock that banged her insides and she flinched as she grabbed herself briefly to hold it in. “Will you fucking stop?” “Just wait!” Said Ashley. “Just let her go,” Tommy said. “Girls can’t hold it as long as men.” They both rolled their eyes. Kate said, “I can...erg...I can hold it.” She struggle to say through much discomfort in her abdomen. “I just hate feeling like this.” “Eh just chill,” Tommy Said slurping on his drink. The sound of slurping through the straw made Kate want to release more and she looked worried and started to shake. She pushed one leg in, one leg out, and then repeated as it felt an eternity went by. She kept moving in her seat to avoid discomfort but it was too much. She moved up and down on her crotch and started to sweat more. Finally the pledge happened, and she struggled to stand with a heavy bladder weighing her down. Oh why oh why did she have to drink so much?! As if it couldn’t get worse, the sprinklers on the field went off and it took everything in Kate to hold still and avoid an embarrassing potty dance. The pulses has become constant and painful so fast, each one worse than the last. She felt like her body was literally overfilling and ready to spill. 10 agonizing minutes passed Even running didn’t help keep her muscles busy. The massive pressure fighting to burst out made her run as she was pushed to pee. Her legs staying tight together up to crotch and her knees inwards a little. She started to sweat as her bladder became a hot, boiling sensation they caused much discomfort and even hurt a little. “Gotta go gotta go gotta!” She stuttered. She rushed towards the bathroom but paused right away at the sign in the floor that blocked her much needed path to relief. CLOSED FOR CLEANING Kate bounced foot to foot quickly, turning red from embarrassment. “Ah I gotta get to a bathroom or I’m gonna be closed for cleaning!” She raced in and the janitor right away held his hand up telling no. She bounced. “Ok...but...mmm” she struggled to say through a moan of desperation. “Where’s the other bathroom I gotta go!” Seeing all the toilets in clear view made her want to run for it but she was too nervous. However seeing them all made her more desperate to the point she pushed her crotch against the corner of the wall trying to add pressure and keep the floor at bay. “Other side of the stadium sweetheart.” He said. Kate ran with much urgency, her arms tight to her sides with fists as her abdomen pulsed one after the other aggressively making strong efforts for release. A lady walked into the women’s room as she was about twenty feet from it. “Oh salvation,” she said. She burst through the door and pushed at a stall door but it was locked and occupied. She went down the line of all six stalls and each occupied. Kate stood in front of them annoyed and horrified and anxious in much pain. She noticed her tummy was slightly visible, and she pushed her legs together and squirmed in place side to side totally and insanely desperate to the point of feeling bloated and sick. Her arms outwards in fists as her teeth grinded. She moaned, “eeeeee....ahhhh....mmmm....ah....ooooooooooh.” As each toilet remained occupied. Each passing second felt like a bloody eternity to the poor girl. Huge, painful bladder pulses echoed hard through her abdomen and out her back as well, each so strong they almost caused a release of her floodgates to open. She had to hold on! She pushed her legs together as tight as possible, standing on her top toes that were turned inwards. She was in so much agony she thought she go to the bathroom in her pants any second. “Oh...why did I have to drinks I much damn soda?!” She said bouncing and then back to squirming with closed legs. “I REALLY hope I don’t have to wait much longer.” 20 minutes later.... Her legs were tightly crossed as she wrapped her arms around herself feeling herself moments from losing control. Sweating while having a massive panic attack so bad she barely breathed. “Oh come on come on come on!!!” To be continued
  13. Rvlis

    Doing Business (very minor alt.)

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Contrary to popular belief, Ritz is entirely potty trained, and is more than capable of using the potty properly; Heck he's even capable of using the porcelain throne if he's allowed to anyway. However, that doesn't mean he likes it when someone enters the bathroom without knocking when he's pooping 😛 (just a very minor edit in case you prefer the idea of him also pooping in his lil plastic potty >w>)
  14. Amanda's 1st accident in 7th grade Based on true events I personally witnessed with a little extra detail thrown in. This is also my first story so don't be too harsh! Amanda was new at this middle school having moved from just a town over 2 weeks prior. She knew a few people from sports leagues she participated in before moving but other than that was fairly new to most students but quickly made friends. Many of the boys had also quickly developed crushes on her. She had shoulder length golden blonde hair, beautiful green eyes, a tomboyish personality, a heck of an arm to throw the football, slender with a cute medium sized perfectly round butt and the biggest breasts of any girl in the school let alone 7th grade. (I was one of those boys and this is why this event stuck with me all these years). It was almost the end of the school year already and was extremely hot outside. We were all very encouraged to drink plenty of water and stay hydrated throughout the day. These events took place right after lunch. It was 5th period English with Mr. Luginbill, we had 4th period in the same class before lunch which is an important note for how this turned out. The Math and English teachers had agreed for us to have 4th and 5th hour for the same subject on alternating days. Never heard of it before and haven't since. Anyways Mr. Luginbill was a cool teacher who made English interesting and fun (can't tell by my writing I know) but he didn't like to put up with any screwing around during class time. Amanda quickly becoming popular would end up talking and not paying much attention during his classes. You would get 4 bathroom passes each quarter of the year in his class. Amanda knowing the year was almost over used 3 of them before this day, somewhat taking advantage of getting out of class for a little bit. Maybe she was really using the bathroom, but I feel Mr. Luginbill had his suspicions that this was not the case. About 15 minutes into our 4th hour during a poem reading she had taken that 4th pass up to his desk during another students presentation and allowed her to go to the bathroom. She signed out and didn't return for about 20 minutes which is a long time considering how close the bathrooms were to our class. She returned with about 15 minutes left before we went to lunch and a half assed recess/break? Not sure what you would call it, everyone standing around in the heat under trees talking. Sometimes if we were lucky someone brought a football from home. It was over 100 degrees and everyone was drinking plenty of fluids. Amanda especially having a Monster energy drink with lunch and pounding water after throwing the ball around with us guys. She put us to shame with that skill and we were all mesmerized by her beauty while doing it. Her and some of the other girls would play tackle football after school. It was a great excuse for us youngsters to get comfortable touching and flirting I suppose but that's not important in this story, just setting up why the guys liked her so much. We all returned to class sweating like farm animals just getting cooled off when I heard "damn I really gotta pee" I personally have always since I can remember been interested when anyone muttered those type of trigger words. Preferably women but even being straight since day one even when a guy is desperate or mentioned they had to piss I would pay close attention. She immediately without even raising her hand said out loud enough for Mr. Luginbill to hear from the back of the class room "I have to pee really bad can I please go to the bathroom real quick?" Mr. Luginbill responded with "You just got back from break why didn't you go then" Amanda responded with "I didn't have to go until I sat down in the AC, please I really gotta go" Mr. Luginbill told her to hold it and work on her poem. The whole room was silent for about 5 minutes when you could hear a metal on metal clanking sound. Amanda was shaking her leg back and forth, the rivet on her tight blue jeans making contact with the desk more erratically by the second. Her face was turning red as people started paying more attention to her moving around so much. A few minutes later again with the class silent and Mr. Luginbill looking at his computer Amanda loudly without embarrassment said "please let me go to the bathroom or I'm seriously going to pee my pants!" Of course being a fan of this I was intrigued. She had to been overreacting like most girls do I thought but was shocked she would say something like that so soon calling attention to herself without a care of what anyone else thought. She was being over dramatic right? Or she really did have to pee that badly? Mr. Luginbill stuck to his guns and said "No Amanda, do your work we are almost half way through class already". She whined and started doing one of the more memorable pee pee dances I'd ever seen in my life. Opening and closing her legs, lifting her butt off of her seat, and putting her hands between her legs periodically. She kept saying under her breath but so everyone could hear "I gotta peeee, omg I'm going to piss my pants, I have to pee so bad" in no particular order. For the next 10 minutes this went on, I had a decent view being 2 rows over and 3 seats up having an excuse to be turned to talk to my friend behind me as we were working on a poem (song) since we had finished the project most of the class was working on. I just stayed turned in my seat pretending to be looking at a paper and checking the clock as I kept glancing up at her and watching this in awe hoping to see something happen. I thought to myself this is 7th grade and I haven't seen an accident since 1st. There is no way anything will happen, besides the desperation show Amanda was putting on. I might as well enjoy this while it lasted. I had to pretend I was interested in writing this song when all I could think about and concentrate on was her bladder. Class was ending in about 20 minutes and you could see the sweat forming on Amanda's forehead. She continued her desperate dance then out loud one more time asked "please can I go to the bathroom I gotta go so bad I'm really about to pee my pants!" Mr. Luginbill finally decided to give in and said ok bring me your bathroom pass and you may go. Amanda with a whining tone said she didn't have any left. "Please let me go just this once this is really an emergency!" Wiggling her legs constantly she then shot up out of her seat and crossed her legs hard while bending forward bouncing up and down right next to her desk. "You have been here 2 weeks and you have used up all 4 of your passes?" Mr. Luginbill said. Amanda cried out saying "please I gotta pee please I am going to pee my pants I swear I'm not kidding!!" She then hops up and sat on her desk squeezing her legs tightly together placing both hands on her crotch starting to make a scene out of it. "Amanda please sit back down in your seat. We now have about 15 minutes you can wait that long" Mr. Luginbill said "you should have thought about this before you used all of your passes" I was in heaven but I did feel bad because now I could really tell after being on the internet watching videos and reading experiences for years, even at that point that she was not kidding when she said she was about to pee her pants. She was showing all the classic signs. She remained seated on top of the desk holding herself raising her butt up and down bouncing, her breasts moving with the flow getting more of the guys to look Im sure. Everyone was whispering and talking about what was going on. "Just let her go" "she can hold it she is being a baby" "she should just get up and walk out" "this is amazing" last one was me which I didn't say out loud... Amanda then snapped at Mr. Luginbill saying "I'm going to FUCKING PEE MY PANTS DO YOU WANT PISS ALL OVER YOUR CLASS ROOM?!?!" Everyone looked to him for a response after she cursed at him. he said "You should have thought about that before wasting your passes, now I'm going to have to call the principal for interrupting my class and disrespecting me with this outburst" he then picked up the phone as Amanda was sitting on her desk starting to shake and cry. He hung the phone up before dialing seeing her do this and said "Amanda if I let you go will this teach you something about being responsible with your time? This is your eduction and time you're wasting not mine" She shook her head yes not saying a word. He then said ok go ahead and go but hurry up and be back before the bell rings. This was the moment I thought, well that was entertaining and will be thinking about it tonight when I get home. I had no idea what was about to happen next would be one of my favorite memories from school. Heck from childhood, even my life for that matter. Amanda started to inch her butt forward on the top of the desk to slide off to get onto her feet and make a mad dash for the ladies room. Many people watching the drama unfold thought the drama was over but then the class all heard her say "I can't move without peeing! I'm going to peeeeeeeee!!!" She cried out "I CANT MOVE!!!" Starting to bawl hysterically as she tightly pressed her hands into her crotch and squeezed her eyes shut while using every muscle in her body. She was shaking frantically trying to hold onto her bladder just a little longer. Amanda got one foot on the floor separating her legs for a split second PSSSSSSSSHHTTHHHHHH Me along with the rest of the class snapped our heads up and looked at her in shock hearing that loud hiss of pee escape her vagina. She immediately got her second foot on the ground stopping the 2 second but extremely power and loud spurt. The butt of her blue jeans turned dark, visibly wet from that intense spurt alone. Droplets of pee splashed on her desk and paper showing the sheer amount of pressure her pee exploded out of her. Her underwear didn't stand a chance seeing the damage already caused. She had to be wearing a thong or was she leaking before maybe I thought? But before I could think a second more PSSHHHHHHT PSSSHHHHHTTTT Amanda was holding herself hard as everyone could hear the loud spurts lasting about 2 seconds each again. Pee started to go down the back of both of her thighs when she regained control and opened her teary eyes for the first time since she first spurted. Seeing the damage and having the realization that she was wetting her pants in the 7th grade at 14 years old caused her to cry harder. Shaking more furiously due to being upset from the shock and her muscles being over worked for the past hour. Everyone was looking at her stunned in silence, no one laughed or said a word. She let go of her crotch, pee pouring out of her cupped hands onto the floor. She then crossed her legs tightly once more in a final effort to get out of the classroom and to a toilet. With her thighs pressed together she inched towards the door as she felt streaks from the previous spurts inch further down her legs. She couldn't believe this was happening 2 weeks in a new school district right before summer vacation. She hadn't had an accident since she was potty trained. Thousands of thoughts running through her head as she is trying not to lose full control of her overfilled bladder in front of the whole class. Amanda reached the door handle and right before she can give it a turn PPPPPPPSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPSHHHHHHTTTTHHHSSSHHSTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSIIIIIIISSSSSSsssssssshhhhhh.....psssssssss Amanda stood there frozen in time, the room silent except for the extremely loud hissing coming from her jeans. The warm rivers of pee covering 90% of the front and back of her pants, soaking her socks and sneakers then pooling on the one spot in the room that was white tile. The light yellow pee was spreading at an alarming rate running over onto the thin carpet. She peed and peed for well over a minute and a half at full force until the stream finally slowed down but still running. She couldn't even tell if she was peeing anymore or not. She felt weak and leaned her body into the corner facing the wall by the classroom door crying loudly. She didn't want to look at the faces of anyone. She wished she was anywhere but in this moment. Humiliated already thinking she needs to beg her parents to switch schools. Her face and ears were hot and red as the stream stopped but her pants still glistening and dripping from the explosion that just took place. In this moment I was so aroused yet felt so bad for her and wanted to give her a hug. Before anyone could do anything Mr. Luginbill went over and put his hands on her shoulders saying he was sorry. She wouldn't look at him as she continued to cry. He told the class when the bell rings in a few minutes move along to your next class. He then escorted her to the nurses office personally. As soon as the door shut behind them everyone started talking about what happened. A few laughed saying she needs to learn how to control herself while most felt bad and basically told them to shut up. I myself kept thinking this wasn't real, I couldn't believe what I just saw. One of my biggest fantasies came true and I couldn't stop replaying each second in my head. When the bell rang everyone made a huge deal of stepping over the lake of pee by the door while I wanted to stick my face in it or something. I didn't know what I wanted to do I had turned as red as she was, flustered by this event. Two more classes then I could go home and think about this more and see if she would get on msn messenger. Unfortunately she didn't and I just fantasized over the weekend. She was back to school Tuesday and when I did talk to her I didn't have the guts to ask about it or bring it up. I never heard anyone talk to her about it until 3 years later in High School when she mentioned she needed to pee in a photography class. Someone who wasn't even there to see the event blurted out "She is serious she will drown us if you don't let her go" she laughed and got up to go to the bathroom. Amanda will never know how she effected me for years prior and years to come based off of one full blown wetting accident. It's better that way.
  15. Jailor Eckman

    female Request 013

    From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    What better way for three roommates to spend their first night in their new apartment than by having a good, old-fashioned holding contest? $100 for whoever holds it the longest! Of course after insisting that she'd wipe the floor with them, Shelley was made to drink an extra bottle... or two. She figured she was a bit heavier than her friends, so surely she'd have a bigger bladder... right? Well, now that it feels like a boiling watermelon is teetering on the other side of her pee-hole, she's not so sure. Too bad her friends won't just shut up and let her think about anything else! This is the request I did for @Lapiiss!
  16. Rvlis

    Doing business

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Contrary to popular belief, Ritz is entirely potty trained, and is more than capable of using the potty properly; Heck he's even capable of using the porcelain throne if he's allowed to anyway. However, that doesn't mean he likes it when someone enters the bathroom without knocking when he's peeing :P
  17. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 15

    From the album: Off-Limits!

  18. Ashi

    female Dead by Omorashi

    From the album: Ashi's Art

    Just some personal work of (( self insert )) being hunted down by my fave slasher, Myers. I think a desperation mechanic would work well in a game like Dead By Daylight.
  19. Rvlis

    Potted Plants

    From the album: Furry Omorashi

    Ritz squirmed in place, his bladder throbbing with desperation; The bathroom was occupied and he really needed to go! He knew if he didn't do something fast there was no doubt that he'd pee his pants. The cat's eyes darted around the room, looking for a solution to his urge. He spied a potted plant in the corner, and whined; Desperate times call for desperate measures, and that was probably the closest thing to a toilet he was gonna find. The desperate feline shuffled over, undid his shorts and slid down his pull-ups, and lifted his hoodie up. At the last second, he noticed this wasn't just a potted plant, it was a plastic, potted plant! However, this detail didn't mean much to his bladder as it's hold gave out, and he began immediately soaking it. Ritz sighed in relief as his torrent continued uninterrupted, however, he heard something behind him. He blushed profusely, as he noticed Amber behind him, smiling and shaking her head. "Silly kitten, that's not the potty, guess I shouldah taken you for a walk~?" She giggled, Ritz was unable to say or do anything but blush and finish peeing in the plastic, potted plant.
  20. The Incident at the Pharmacy (with pictures) Hello everybody. Let’s see if I can gather my thoughts and control myself long enough to type this. This JUST happened, and I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago. I haven’t ‘enjoyed’ myself to this experience yet, but I plan on it tonight. Okay. So I’ll start by describing myself, despite having pictures available on this post. I’m a Hispanic trans woman with long curly hair. I’m still early in my transition, but doing well, so I guess I genuinely look like a woman? I’d like to think I have a cute butt. I was wearing blue jeans and a tan colored Zelda shirt? Umm, blue shoes? My breasts are small, but not like, invisible by any means. Sorry I don’t describe myself very well. Anyways. So I was running errands today. I had a tall glass of water and peed before I left. I spent a few hours doing things around town, and went to get lunch. There’s this little place that makes this salad that’s soooo good, and I never like salads, so I go there every so often for the only one I actually like. Anyways. I get a soda with it, and just enjoy myself for a little bit. Now I was basically done with my errands except that I needed to pick up my hormones sometime today. I was basically chilling at the restaurant waiting for the guy to call me back and say that my prescription was ready. And he did. So I left and drove over. Now this pharmacy, it’s like, not a Walgreens or CVS, so the staff is the same people all the time basically. But they’re the only place close to me that’ll give me my estrogen in the right dose and method of delivery. The cashier knows me by name at this point, and is very familiar with the fact that I’m trans. I do not buy my pull-ups or diapers here. He like, knows me. I do not want to mix my kink and medical life. We only see each other once or twice a month, but he knows me and is friendly with me. I have a little bit of a crush on him that I’m not going to do anything about, but you know. I’m not bringing kink here. So I go in to pick it up, and he tells me it’s actually going to be a few more minutes. I sit down and wait for a little bit. Now, entering the pharmacy, I would describe myself at maybe a 6/10 on the bladder scale. 7/10 maximum. I don’t think of it as a problem. But I am rapidly filling. I wait around maybe not even 10 minutes, which is still longer than I wanted to wait, but I’m trying to be patient. But in the course of the 10 minutes, I’ve risen to a 9/10 easy. I stand up to ask him how much longer it’ll be, but my motive very quickly changes, cause the second I stand up, I start peeing. “Excuse me, can I use the bathroom?” “Oh, -Snuggle-, it’s usually employees only, but sure.” And he leads me in, while I’m slowly losing control of my pee down my legs walking behind him. I rush in, pull my clothes down and just release. It feels so good. I’m in heaven. I come back to reality and inspect my jeans. The front is soaked. Inside of the legs are soaked. Back looks okay. My cheeks are burning. I go back outside to wait, sitting down again, trying to hide myself. The spot is uhh, bigger than my hands. I could not hide it. After a minute or two of trying to hide to no avail, I notice the guys staring at me. I’ve noticed him checking me out before, but now he’s staring straight at me. Or maybe at my jeans. My cheeks start burning all anew. “I hope I’m not prying, but does this happen to you a lot -Snuggle-?” “I mean, not a lot, no.” “But it happens?” “Umm, sometimes.” “Oh.” And he starts telling me about doctors and urologists that they have the numbers for, and I’m just lost, cause this is not the conversation I came here to have, and definitely not with him. I think he notices that I’m uncomfortable. “Is everything okay?” I look up at him, and motion towards my now cold pee stain on my jeans. “Oh, right. Sorry. Uhh, it’ll be just a couple more minutes. Be right back.” It’s been like 20, but okay. Sure. Nobody else is here. So I sit and wait. But sure enough, it was only a few more minutes. This time. He comes back with my prescription, but he puts something else up on the counter too. “I hope you don’t mind if we give you these. For being a loyal customer. And for your, ‘problem’.” Guy’s got a package of pull-ups on the counter. I feel like I want the floor to open up underneath me and just cast me into hell, so I’m not here. Anyplace but here. “Uhh, sure. Um. I’m a medium size in these.” He had put a large pack on the counter. I’m not sure why I’m accepting them at all, much less telling him my size. He apologizes and comes back with a pack of medium ones. He rings me up, gives me his discount on the pull-ups. I don’t have to pay a damn thing except my pride. I am quickly out of there. I come home, sit in the tub, and release my full again bladder into my jeans again, this time on purpose. I take a few pictures, clean up, and started typing. Sitting on the bed wearing one of the pull-ups he gave me now. Oh right. And here are some pictures. I hope it’s not too much for these forums or anything. Apologies that I’m still a little hairy for a gal. Also sorry that the front panties pic might be a little too “ballsy” to look like a woman in panties.
  21. Jailor Eckman

    female Page 14

    From the album: Off-Limits!

  22. water.wizard

    Omo Mind Control

    This is a teaser for a maybe longer story. This is a personal fantasy of mine so I'm curious as to whether you guys like it too. Let me know. ----- Brian yawned and rubbed his face with his hands. He was in one of his history courses and it was boring as hell. Brian was a freshman in college but he was a history buff in high school so he felt like he already knew this stuff. He let his gaze wander around the room. The girls at college were so much hotter than girls in high school. Brian honestly couldn't believe it sometimes. A row in front of him and a handful of seats to the right sat a girl with long brown hair and even longer legs which she showed off with her very short skirt. Her name was Alice and she was pretty nice but way out of his league. Alice took a drink of her water bottle and Brian's mind of course went to his fetish, fantasizing about her needing to pee in class. Brian imagined the Alice having drank a full bottle of water before class and then working on a second one now, and that her bladder was slowly filling, filling, filling. Alice shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She seemed to sort of look around the room, and then looked at the clock. Did she really have to pee? Brian felt his cock start to get hard. Time passed and Brian continued to watch Alice during class. She showed no more signs of needing to pee now and Brian's mind started to wander. He imagined that he was right about her needing to pee, and that her need was starting to get concerning. He saw her look at the clock again. Brian fantasized about her drinking water before this class, water which would now be trickling down and putting pressure on her bladder. Alice crossed and uncrossed her legs. He imagined her bladder continuing to fill until she felt like she was bursting, little spurts of pee starting to escape. Alice's hands shot between her legs and she started bobbing up and down in her seat, looking toward the clock and door. Brian was bewildered. Was he imagining a connection? He stared at this desperate girl as she shifted and fidgeted in her seat. There was only 15 minutes of class and she seemed to be deciding if she should just go or if she could make it. Brian stared intently at Alice as he started to imagine her bladder filling beyond capacity. The pressure of the liquid inside pressing against her desperate urethra and threatening to burst into her panties at any moment. Alice gasped quietly and crossed her legs tight, both hands against her pussy. Brian could see her rubbing herself furiously, trying to keep from peeing herself, though she seemed to try to hide it under her desk. Brian was amazed. This couldn't really be happening, could it? He supposed there was one way to find out. He imagined that Alice's need to pee mostly vanished, to just a dull need. Alice's body seemed to relax. She looked around the room nervously, seeming confused. She glanced at the clock and the front door. She seemed to decide that it wasn't worth risking her urge coming back and starting to leave class early. She quickly packed up her bag, put on her jacket, and made her way down the aisles in the seating to the front of the room. Brian's felt his cock get harder. This would really be the true test. He stared intently at Alice as she reached the front of the room. Brian imagined Alice's bladder again filling with liquid. Rapidly, to the brim, feeling like she might burst. Alice immediately doubled over at the front of the room, bending at the knees and crossing her legs. All eyes began to fall on her and her cheeks became visibly red. Brian's cock became rock hard. He imagined the pressure on Alice's pussy building, building, until it hurt and became too much. Alice bobbed up and down in place, letting out a whimper. Her hands worked furiously between her legs, rubbing her pussy in front of everyone. Brian's cock was throbbing. He imagined Alice's muscles relaxing. Alice's eyes widened as a hissing sound started to come from between her legs. Her skirt provided no cover as she began to wet herself forcefully in front of the entire class. Alice tried to stop the flow but her muscles seemed to relax against her will, continuing to let her piss herself all over her boots and the carpeted floor. Brian kept imagining Alice peeing full force and out it kept coming. Alice began crying, realizing she needed to just make a run for it and fleeing while pee still gushed from between her legs, splashing onto the floor below her. Brian watched in amazement as the girl disappeared from view, leaving a long wet trail connected to a huge puddle at the front of the room. This changes everything.
  23. Ash crossed her hands over her lap nervously, anxiously wondering how much longer the drive might be. The bumpy road wasn’t helping- each jolt felt like a punch to her bladder. Despite her discomfort, a strange sexual excitement was building inside her slender 19-year old body. She had never expected anything like this when she had signed up for a research assistant internship through her school’s Archaeology co-op program. Beside her, Dana looked just as uncomfortable. She had one hand firmly pressed in the crotch of her khaki pants, as she drove with the other hand. Ash couldn’t help but admire her 32-year old mentor’s body- the woman was as fit as she was smart! Ash’s thoughts wandered to what was going to happen later, when they reached the site. She wriggled in her seat as a wave of intense desperation ran through her, just resisting the urge to grab her crotch through her skirt. She forced her mind off sensual thoughts and back to maintaining control of her rapidly filling bladder. It had all started a week ago with a new discovery in Brazil. Some clearing of the Amazon had revealed a new structure built by indigenous peoples thousands of years ago. Further excavation was producing interesting revelations, including non-traditional sexual acts. Although Dana was conservative in nature, she was unconditionally dedicated to her work. She believed in experiential learning- that there was something a scientist could gain from trying what their ancestors had. Dana and Ash had built a growing trust in each other over the past two months and Ash had been surprised to hear that a previous co-op student, a male, had helped Dana practice some sexual acts. Ash had jumped at this opportunity when Dana had asked her. Ash was the sexually explorative type and found her boss to be quite attractive, despite their age difference. She could still recite the conversation, as she had masturbated thinking about it ever since. That morning, Dana had shown her photos of the new paintings where a woman standing on a rock was urinating on a group of men and women kneeling below her. The excavators in the area had found the same rock buried nearby using laser technology, but a lot of work was needed to expose it. Dana had gone on to say that she knew of a private forested area with a large rock they could recreate the scene on the upcoming weekend. Ash had naturally agreed and the conversation had progressed to how the women would fill their bladders during the drive in. Unfortunately, the main road had been closed due to construction and the detour had added nearly thirty minutes to the drive. The ladies had stopped drinking chilled water bottles a while ago, but the damage had been done. They were bursting and the bumpy road prevented them from getting to the darn rock any faster! Dana gasped as she turned into the small parking area. Ash noticed her entire body tense up as her driving hand released the steering wheel and joined its mate in Dana’s crotch. Dana braked hard to halt the Jeep, her quivering leg struggling to keep the foot in place. “Are you okay?” Ash asked, her own plight growing worse by the second. Dana blushed red and quickly shut off the engine, making sure her other hand remained in her crotch. “Yes, I just didn’t expect anyone else to be here, that’s all.” It was then that Ash noticed a truck parked at the other end of the parking area. Her anxiety immediately heightened as she realized the other visitors might see them near the rock. Speaking of the rock, where was it anyway? Dana gasped again as she opened the car door and carefully stepped out of the vehicle. Ash felt the most powerful urge yet as she opened the door to feel the chilly mountain air. She grabbed her womanhood to prevent leakage. As she stood up, she could feel Dana’s eyes on her and tried to release her grip. Another strong spasm erupted from her bladder and she felt herself leak into her thong. She violently thrust her fingers back between her legs and struggled to prevent a full accident. The car beeped immediately after she shut the door and Dana’s shaking voice announced that they needed to walk five minutes. Dana took the lead, hobbling with both hands in her crotch. The tight clamp on her khakis pulled them tight against her round ass, which Ash admired as she limped along behind. She thought she could make out some dampness on Dana’s inner thighs but wasn’t sure. Had her boss started wetting her pants? Ash could hear distant chatter as they cautiously made their way uphill. The climb was hell and it was a constant, exhausting struggle not to succumb to her bladder’s demands. She needed to pee SO badly. How good it would feel to just LET GO! The only saving grace was that Dana appeared to be in even worse shape. She stopped twice within three minutes to avoid completely pissing her pants. The second time, Ash heard the familiar gasp from her boss. Automatically, she focused on her ass to observe a wet streak seep down the inside of her left leg. Dana was losing control of her bladder. She rocked back and forth, fighting to stop the leak. Ash felt herself leak again and pushed even more forcefully against her pussy. She was SO close to wetting herself. Suddenly, the voices grew louder and there were footsteps echoing down the narrow trail- people were approaching. Dana helplessly hobbled to the side of the trail, but that was as far as she got. There was a large log blocking her path off the trail and she was in no shape to climb over it. Ash desperately scrambled to the other side, managing to get both feet into the muddy soil before realizing she would wet herself struggling through the sticky terrain. The young couple jogging down the trail slowed to a walk and stopped talking as they caught sight of the attractive brunette on the verge of a wetting accident. The woman burst into uncontrollable laughter as her husband stared on in shock. As they walked past, he turned to get a full view of Dana’s wet butt. It was too much- Dana burned beet red as she lost all control. Her pee flowed forcefully through her pants, drenching her hands. With a blissful sigh, she gave up the battle against her own body and brought her wet palms to rest on her wide, feminine hips. She looked down in disbelief as her light tan pants darkened rapidly to brown. Dana closed her eyes as yells of laughter filled her ears- the woman had undoubtedly noticed her accident and gone into another fit of laughter. The warm wetness flowing down her legs felt surprisingly pleasant, though nothing compared to the relief of finally releasing her long-held waters. Fortunately for Ash, the couple had completely missed the teen blonde just a few feet behind Dana. She struggled to maintain her own dignity as she watched a well-dressed professional woman soak her pants. Ash squirted again. This time, she felt the hot wetness on her fingertips- she had just leaked through her white cotton skirt. Behind her, the laughing woman gasped through uncontrollable fits of laughter, “I’m peeing! I’m peeing!” Ash turned around to verify that pee was indeed dripping from the woman’s behind, as she crouched down in laughter. Her husband, also laughing, pulled her up to her feet and smacked her wet behind. They quickly scurried away, still giggling hysterically. Dana awoke from her relief-filled stupor to find Ash struggling to get back on the trail. She hurried over to help her assistant out of the mud. They had to hurry to the rock, before Ash had her own accident. Dana could feel her soiled pants sticking to her legs as she walked briskly towards the rock. The warm wetness was cooling quickly, and the chilly breeze was really hitting home- no matter she would be out of her wet pants soon enough. Dana reached the rock with Ash trialing by a full minute. Dana quickly peeled off her drenched khakis and inspected her cotton panties. A clear wet half-moon had formed on the light blue fabric. She wondered if Ash’s panties told a similar story- she would see soon enough. Next, Dana ripped off her light jacket and t-shirt, setting her clothes down on top of a nearby log. Ash saw Dana first before the rock- she knelt in her bra and panties waiting. Ash lost control yet again and felt her warm liquid dripping down her legs. She just barely managed to regain control- climbing this damn rock was going to be a real problem. She took a step up before realizing she would need both hands to go any higher. She let go of her crotch and somehow managed to maintain control. However, pulling herself up was another matter. As she strained and felt the cold rock push against her abdomen, she knew the battle was lost. The dam had burst and there was no way to stop the water. Peeing herself, Ash scrambled the rest of the way up the rock. She pulled down her panties as she reached the top, her pee forming a trail to the summit. She thrust forward her hips and pulled up her pussy to direct her powerful stream off the rock to Dana below. The hot pee poured down on her 36D breasts, staining the white bra into a faint yellow color. Dana leaned forward to feel the shower on her face and spread out her arms to capture every droplet possible. Thirty seconds later, Ash finally finished peeing with a few pleasurable strokes to her clitoris. Wow, that had felt amazing, almost surreal. She had just peed all over her beautiful, nearly naked boss in the middle of a forest! She resisted the temptation to finish herself off right there. Suddenly, there were voices in the distance again. The two women looked at each other and scrambled to gather their belongings. Ash pulled down her skirt and climbed down from the rock, while Dana strategically redressed, tying her jacket around her waist. They quietly hurried away from the wet rock, just before the voices got there- it was time to go home.
  24. Hey guys! So I finally watched Endgame after it came out, there was some desperation and wetting involved in it. Right after Endgame came out I wanted to get a ticket as soon as I could, but the movies were so jammed with people that I could only watch it on Monday. I planned to watch it right after dinner at about 7.30pm. The film lasted for 3 hours and it will end at 10.30pm. Description phrase: I am very short, about 5’2 and 95 lbs in weight. Long flowing blonde hair. I brought a jacket in my bag, and dressed myself in a bra, white shirt, panties and a pair of micro jeans to look pretty. (I was so stupid to forget how cold the cinema can be) At about 5.45pm I put on my makeup, peed and left the house. Entering the mall at about 6 I immediately went to Mcdonalds and ordered their upsized burger(I can’t remember which one, sorry) a large coke and some fries and began to eat. It was then I noticed my need to pee. It was mild at about 3/10 and I ignored it and finished my food and that large cup of sprite. I was still thirsty and ordered another coke. Big mistake: I should have bought it during the movie. I finished all these at about 6.30pm. There was still an hour before the movie began so I went window shopping, trying out the dresses and skirts they had on sale. Time passes really fast when we do whatever we enjoy, right? In a flash it was already 7.15, and I put down the clothes to make way for the cinema. As usual I wanted to get myself a large drink (another big mistake) and some popcorn. In line I noticed the urge to pee was stronger at about 6/10. This is where I normally would start getting a little squirmy and look for a bathroom. I crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs together in line to help me hold it. Finally it was my turn to order. “Large coke and popcorn please” I said as I fidgeted slightly behind the counter. I checked my time after getting my stuff, it was about 7.25, I still had time for a bathroom break. I shuffled there and relieved myself in preparation for the movie. On hindsight, I realised that at that point of time I had 2 drinks circulating through my system, and another large one was about to come in. My bladder was going to fill up very quickly. I carried my popcorn and drink and sank into my seat, getting ready for the 3 hour long movie. I had just relieved myself so I was relatively confident that I would get through the whole thing without having to leave for the bathroom. I crunched some popcorn and gulped my drink, having nothing to do but watch the boring advertisements roll on. Finally the movie began. To my astonishment I have already gulped down about half my bottle of drink. Nothing too interesting happened to my bladder… UNTIL an hour and a half into the movie. My need for the bathroom was 7/10, I crossed my legs tighter together as I was already sitting crossed legged trying not to squirm, while hugging myself tightly because of the cold. So there I was, a small and weak girl sitting in the middle of a cinema with a rapidly filling bladder and shivering from the cold. I put on my jacket to protect those bare arms. To be honest I was astonished how my need has grown so fast, I then realised the amount of liquid in my system: 3 large drinks in total. If it was any other short movie I would have made it through all fine, but this was a way more interesting and longer one, which prevented me from running to the bathroom. With no choice, I uncrossed my legs and crossed them the other way, pressing my thighs tightly together. About 45 minutes left I was really desperate for the bathroom, my need was at a 8.5/10 and I was REALLY squirming in my seat trying not to leak. I finished my drink by then, and was really starting to regret it. I had a hand firmly between my tightly crossed legs blocking my pee hole trying not to leak, and bouncing my legs up down left right frantically. Then the first leak came: my pee hole opened momentarily only to be closed by my instincts and hands milliseconds later, but that was enough for some amount of pee to gush out of my bladder, dampening my panties. I felt a warm feeling in my crotch area. I assessed the damage using my hands, the wet spot was not showing through on my jeans, but it was definitely wet inside. I continued my little discreet pee pee dance within my seat, trying to delay the leaks and holding my bladder which was begging for release. My need shot up to a 9, occasionally spiking onto 10. With 10 minutes to go I was bouncing like a mad girl trying to hold back the 3 large drinks I foolishly had. I was constantly checking the time to see how close I was to relief, as my need was at a solid 10. Both my hands were buried deep within my crotch grasping at my pee hole trying to stop the leaks, but they kept coming. I was literally dribbling every few seconds. By then the wet spot was already visible on my micro jeans as I felt my crotch cold and wet. My crotch felt really cold but I still had to hold on. I did not know how I got through that 10 minutes without completely losing it in my seat. The lights came back up and I could examine my wet spot more clearly. I blushed in embarrassment as I noticed my butt was wet as well, the front of my jeans were certainly a darker shade of the usual blue. Coming back to my pee dance I grabbed my crotch desperately losing spurts into my panties and some drops even soaking my seat. I planned to run right to the bathroom after the post-credit scene I was looking forward to. As I spurted more and more I watched the credits scroll by, but another 10 minutes passed without a scene. I then noticed there was no end-credit scene and why the person next to me left so early. Carrying my empty drink and popcorn carton I stood up, and my pee hole immediately opened and I lost control for a full 2 seconds. I bent forward with a damp hand in my crotch stopping the flow and feeling a warm stream cascade down my thighs and legs. I took my jacket and hobbled to the bathroom. I really could not hold it anymore. There was no queue to the ladies, because of my stupidity to wait for the non-existent end credit scene. I rushed into the cubicle, a hand in my crotch fighting a losing battle while the other locking the door and hanging my jacket on the door. With the toilet so close to me my need increased ten-fold. Shaking my tightly crossed legs I unbuttoned my jeans, losing another spurt, and tried to unzip it. With me being so close to relief, the vice grip of the jeans was not helping, I had to pee really really badly. I tried to unzip it 3 more times and failed, it just wouldn’t budge and stayed there stubbornly. Finally, my tired floodgates opened, and it happened. Transparent liquid gushed out of my body with a loud hissing sound, through my panties, completely destroying the bottom of my micro jeans, and running down my legs. Warmth spread to my legs, my bladder finally found relief after all that torture, just not in the right place. I gasped and moaned in relief quietly and stood there, enjoying the relief. My pee pooled around my legs and ran into the stall next to mine. I really pity the cleaners but what could I do… I then made my way back home. I tied my jacket behind me to cover my glistening butt but my front had a revealing wet spot and was uncovered. On the way back home some people gave me weird stares but nothing too eventful happened. So that was my story! I probably should not drink too much before movies next time. Thanks for reading, hope you liked it! I would be doing other desperation scenes in the future so please stay tuned for that! Kayla
  25. Chapter 1 (FYI loosely based on an old episode of an old tv show) Alex’s tan athletic body laid across her beds silk white sheets. In those dark short shorts her legs spread out to let breeze flow between the crotch. Her white t shirt strayed well across her small but ample chest. Hair tied up, she flinched as she felt a jolt hit her bladder, making her sexy legs squeeze together on instinct. She brushed it off for the time being. Liz, who slept across the hall from Alex had a little more weight on her but boy did it look awesome. Her white legs may have had flab, but her white panties shaped well over her ass, and tight white t shirt brought out her big boobs that took attention away from her amazing blonde hair. She was fast asleep, not yet aware of her bladder which was so full her tummy stuck out. Ashley was a tall, tan model wearing nothing but a tight black bra over her huge chest, and black panties that brought eyes to her crotch and ass whenever she did a magazine photo shoot or walked on the beach. She slept next to her boyfriend, Kevin, also tall, and the body of a hot athlete. “Morning,” he said as he wiped her dark hair from her face. Ashley flinched as she felt all the drinks from last nights after party expand her bladder, plugging herself with her fingers quickly which turned on Kevin. She squeezed her legs as she rubbed off the need to pee like hell feelings as she didn’t want to leave her comfy bed yet. Each of the three house friends (Kevin spent the night) that one of the two bathrooms was being renovated and out of commission for the time being. “Don’t want to get up yet,” Ashley said smiling and kissing Kevin. Kevin felt his massive need to piss though! He got up as he watched his girlfriend fall back asleep, and made his way out of bed, into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Alex meanwhile at that point had been squirming around under her sheets for sometime, and did not want to wet the bed. Her bladder in pain, she got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. “Christ,” She said as she rushed, annoyed with her pulsing bladder. She reached the bathroom door and tried to push it open, alas, it was occupied. She wrestled with the handle and knocked. “Um...hello?” She asked in a worried and awkward tone. “I’ll be done soon,” said Kevin. Alex bounced in place and shook her head letting out a breath of grief. Sighing because of her explosive bladder feeling like it was pushing out her sides. She crossed her legs and her foot waddled. She heard one of the doors in the hall open, and Liz rushes out with her sexy long and thick legs together. In nothing but her white shirt and too small sized panties. She reached for the door but Alex pushed her back. “Hey hey hey!” Alex said. “Me first!” Liz threw her arms up wanted to swear like crazy as she literally felt she might lose it any second. Her belly hurting so bad from her full bladder she felt queasy, let her tongue hang out drooling like a dog begging. A sexy gold one that is. She turned to the other bathroom but stopped remembering quickly it was out of order. She felt her bladder feeling like it would rip apart stretching so bad. Hurt so bad she tipped over a little at her waist. “Oooooh,” Liz moaned, pushing her hands against her crotch, her feet kicking back one after the other. She would kick on foot back and keep it floated as she bounced, then repeated the process with the next foot and so on in torment. Ashley, in her room laying in bed, could not stop squirming around or uncross her legs. She got up without grabbing her robe, and headed out the bedroom door for the bathroom in only her black bra and panties. To be continued