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  1. From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art

    Thousand Sunny under a strange rain... 🧡 Alt. + Stuff on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/AlphaHyoudou
  2. 1,126 downloads

    This is my new favourite diaper video, I'm pretty sure I found it here and it had already been uploaded but I edited the two videos together into the one and converted them to mp4. We start seeing a British girl in the car not wanting to get out in the rain and saying that the rain makes her want to wee and telling us that she is about to wee with her diaper showing. After she wets she flashes her wet diaper out the window and plays with it before changing and then she shakes her old diaper on the street to show people around her.
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  3. View File Cheeky British Blonde Girl Wets Diaper In Car This is my new favourite diaper video, I'm pretty sure I found it here and it had already been uploaded but I edited the two videos together into the one and converted them to mp4. We start seeing a British girl in the car not wanting to get out in the rain and saying that the rain makes her want to wee and telling us that she is about to wee with her diaper showing. After she wets she flashes her wet diaper out the window and plays with it before changing and then she shakes her old diaper on the street to show people around her. Submitter LeakyLavender Submitted 06/09/2024 Category Female  
  4. Perhaps I've got too many wishes, but I'm looking for videos in which a young woman seems to be used to wear genuine adult incontinence diapers or pull-ups. Whether it's for a weak bladder, incontinence, bed-wetting or just for convenience (festivals, concerts)). And someone else is so kind to help her with a quick nappy change, for example on a bed, in a car, at home or in a public bathroom. And no baby-play, overacting, pacifiers and so on. Just a quick genuine adult diaper change. Does that exist? And if not, why not?
  5. In the latest episode of the Turkish Crime/Mystery/Comedy TV Show “Arka Sokaklar” in episode 671, Nazike, a minor character of the show wets herself because she drank too much herb tea and water before going out, we even see a puddle which is surprising for a Turkish TV Show to show a puddle, I’m sorry the bad quality, but I had to do it so that I can upload it here, hope you enjoy this wetting scene! IMG_7699.MOV
  6. How to enjoy more peeing yourserlf/undies/bedwetting practice without get caught? any tips?
  7. Alastor enters his room exhausted, Vaggie was on his neck all day telling him to repair or build something for the hotel. To make matters worse, Lucifer was now living in the hotel and watched him the WHOLE day, Alastor couldn't just walk away to go to the bathroom or eat something, he couldn't show weakness in front of these two people, he COULDN'T show any kind of weakness in front of them. Maybe because they are both angels, but even so, he knows he cannot remove vulnerability of any kind to them. Anyway, finally he could rest in his room and... "relieve himself", like Alastor says, for some reason he is embarrassed to just say piss, or urine, or pee... Puff, it's so easy embarrass him. Anyway, Alastor's smile becomes more relieved as he closes the door behind him and enters his room. Then he looks ahead and sees Lucifer standing in front of him, without its toothpick and with its sleeves raised and with its sample wings, his wings were retracted so as not to hinder his movement, but they were still there. Alastor eye ticks and his smile becomes more forced, thinking about how he's going to have to hold even more... - Hello your majesty, why should I have the HONOR of having to put up with you in MY room? Alastor says bowing slightly in a sarcastic voice. - Blah blah blah Yeah yeah I know my presence irritates you, but I'm here to have fun. Lucifer says with a shrug. - Have fun huh? What do you mean by that... - Wellllll we had a busy day, I saw that you were working all day, I didn't even see you taking a break, as angels Vaggie and I are used to not taking breaks but I don't think that's your case. - Your point? - Oh nothing, just saying, you must be tired, hungry... Alastor listens to Lucifer slowly as he struggles not to jump slightly or lower his ears due to the pressure on his bladder. - Needing to go to the bathroom... - HA! You are VERY wrong, your majesty, I'm great! Alastor says taking a few steps and going behind Lucifer, been back to him. - Now can you leave my room? I would like to enjoy a little ALONE TIME. Lucifer turns to Alastor and laughs at the deer demon. - Don't lie to me dear, it's impossible to have gone the whole day without taking a break and being 100%. - Well, YOU of all people should know that I'm not like all the other weak demons you know. - Hehe, you really believe this dear? - Ow I know that. Lucifer then looks Alastor up and down and slowly uses one of his wings to touch Alastor's waist. The feeling of feathers touching his waist makes Alastor spasm and take a step back against his will. - What is that? Bambi has been so long without being touched that even a small touch like that intimidates him? Alastor trembles slightly feeling his bladder jump with the teasing and the touch. - Maybe it's because their wings burn. Your Majesty... Alastor says with a superior smile. Lucifer rolls his eyes and steps in front of Alastor, coming face to face with him. - Lie to yourself all you want my dear. With that Lucifer grabs Alastor with two of his wings and throws him on the bed. Alastor groans in fright when his body hits the mattress, closes his eyes with the fright of the rapid movement and feels that a few drops have escaped him. Lucifer turns around looking at Alastor with a look of superiority now, he laughs and releases Alastor from his wings and bends down placing his hands on the bed. - So, does THAT burn?... Alastor opens his eyes angrily and leans on one arm to look at Lucifer, he grunts in anger looking at Lucifer in the eyes. - WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? - Just for fun my dear haha. Alastor then gets up and sits on the bed angrily. - I'm sorry sir but WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!? Was your personality changed or something like that??? - None of that my dear, I was just banned because of the boring day, and I wanted to have fun. - DON'T call me dear... - What? that's your thing? - Stop teasing me sir! - Oh ok ok, how about instead of darling I call you deer? - SIR- - Hahaha Alastor then moves closer to Alastor making the deer demon fall back unconscious and falls onto the bed again. Lucifer then brings his face closer to Alastor with a winning smile. - I scare you deer? Alastor grune in response. - Ow ow, I think someone leaked. Says Lucifer looking at Alastor's pants, there was a small but visible wet spot on his pants. Alastor didn't know if this happened when Lucifer threw him onto the bed or when he fell onto the bed when Lucifer approached, but it's bad anyway... Alastor moves further away from Lucifer, going back on the bed and placing the bed sheet over his pants. A blush can be seen on her face, but his smile remains on his face. - GET OUT OF MY ROOM! NOW!!! Alastor's ears twitched a little, he was trying hard not to let them flatten completely, because that would be the sign of weakness. - Oh, now have things gotten fun? Alastor looks irritated at Lucifer and Lucifer laughs at Alastor, amused by the situation. Lucifer then walks around the bed threatening to put his wings on Alastor. - Come on deer, it's just a joke, don't be so tense - WHY DO YOU INSIST ON CALLING ME DEER!? - You said you don't like dear - YEAH BUT- Lucifer covers Alastor's mouth with a feather from his wings. - Don't worry my little Bambi, I'll clean everything up when we're done... Alastor trembles, Lucifer's voice sounded serious, THAT was the king of hell... Lucifer then starts to walk around the bed touching Alastor lightly, one touch on the shoulder with the hand, one on the belly with his wings, and other varied touches teasing Alastor. Each touch made Alastor leak some more, and Alastor yelled at Lucifer about how annoying he was being. Even so, sighs can be heard each time a little more "liquid" leaves his body. Lucifer starts to only use the feathers of his wings to tease him and this for some reason makes Alastor even more blushing and messy. Alastor sighs and feels his body shake as his pants and bedsheet get wetter by the second, until Lucifer sees behind him and slowly pulls his chin with his hand while wrapping his wings around his neck. With that, Alastor completely lets go, flooding his pants and sheets. Alastor completely loses control of his body and lets his ears droop as his body relaxes, relief invades his legs, making them slightly more open under the sheet so the liquid can escape more freely. Alastor sighs heavily as the last drops leave his private parts beyond his control. - Oh, dear Bambi made a huge mess, didn't he? Alastor sighs with his body shaking, his eyes closed and the heat inside him burning more than the heat of hell itself. Lucifer releases Alastor and hides his wings, and then snaps his fingers making any remnants of the events that just happened disappear. Lucifer goes to the door of Alastor's room and puts his hand on the handle, but before leaving he turns and looks at Alastor. Alastor was dry, but he was still a complete mess, shaking and sighing uncontrollably. - By by Bambi, see you tomorrow 💞. Lucifer then leaves the room and FINALLY leaves Alastor alone, Alastor sighs and his ears begin to bob slightly up and down to the mix of feelings he is in at the moment, he close your eyes and take a long breath again, and lets his body fall onto the bed again. putting his pillow over his face to muffle and scream of shame... His face is completely red, is this the power of the king of hell?...
  8. A cross-post from FurAffinity. Apologies for the typesetting; I've attached a PDF in case anyone wants a version that's nicer to read. Something for Everyone NouveauWolf “Buck? What the hell is this?” The words hit Buck like lightning. His face numbed. His jaw slacked. She had something in those big, meaty paws of hers: something of his. His heart stopped. It couldn't be, but it had to be. There was only one thing Buck owned that could warrant "what the hell". He could have sworn he got rid of them all: nearly two hundred dollars' worth, thrown out with the garbage so she'd never have to know. His phone slipped from his grasp and bounced dumbly from his muzzle. She turned. He prayed. It couldn’t be what he knew it was. It could be over, the way he knew it would be. He sat bolt upright, blood frothing like coke in a TV ad. Their eyes met. He saw it. He was right. His muzzle quivered. If he could find the right words, the right lie, even, then just maybe.... He forced his muzzle open, but it fell shut with little more than a whimper. The irony could have killed him. Here he was: proud, ivory antlers cowering under her pearly white sneer. The ways that could have made her feel: Towering over him like that, paw on his crotch and razor teeth digging at the supple flesh of his neck.... Any other day--, any other moment, and desire would have driven her crazy. As it was, he’d be lucky if she looked his way again. The world could have swallowed him then and there. He felt sick. “Hannah,” he croaked, “Honey, it’s just--.” He’d never met anyone like her. He wasn’t sure he could live without her, or live with himself having thrown it all away. “It’s just--.” He could feel tears forming. He pawed at the bed for way out, but there were no words waiting in the aether to save him. She stared at him and at that thing clutched in her paw, eyes slowly widening. Resigned, he shut his. A tear broke off and ran past his muzzle. If the world had any mercy left, she didn’t see it happen. “Whoa, dude. Hold on. I-- that didn’t come out right.” Those weren’t the words he was expecting. His eyes sprung open again, and with the rapt attention of a cornered animal he watched as she eased the offending object to her side. “I didn’t mean it like that. I think I was kidding? It was supposed to sound casual, I think. Or..., hell, I don’t know. I was surprised, okay? But I’m not freaking out! I promise! And you don’t need to either.” He could barely make sense of what she was saying, but it was enough to jam a sentence together. “Sorry,” he gasped, “You were never supposed to have to know about..., that.” Her face only softened. “Buck, really. Deep breaths. You can trust me. I didn’t mean to pry. I don’t mean to. I was just looking for a sock and I found this thing and..., Buck, honey, do you need to wear these?” The question hit like a flashbang: He saw himself standing next to her, crimson blush across his snout and a familiar squish under his tail. “Another accident, Buck? It's okay. I know you need diapers.” He stared at the thing in silence, blood rushing to all the places he’d rather it not go. She held it out again, the cute little gator print mocking him. Mind tumbling, he rasped for breath: “Not exactly.” “You mean you’re not inc... inco...” She waved a paw for the word. “Incontinent?” he gulped, ashamed to have the word on hand, “Not exactly.” To his surprise, she looked concerned. “Okaaaay, so like, how much is not exactly? Is it that, you, you know...,” The words seemed to catch in her throat. Why? What did she have to be afraid of? He didn’t know. By her eyes, she didn’t either. But it took a few breaths before she spat them out, and when she managed it, they all ran together: “...wetthebedsometimes?” Flash He saw her standing over him, diaper unfolded in her paws, soaked sheets clinging cold and sticky against his rear. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He felt the tension in his pants growing, but Hannah only seemed to worry. “Buck, if that happens to you, you can tell me. I don’t know how you managed to hide it; I’m really sorry that you felt like you had to....” The more she spoke the crazier it got him. It was everything he could do not to slip into that flash again: Everything he could do not to feel her slipping off his sopping underwear and sliding the safe, crinkly plastic underneath him.... “I’m not incontinent!” he spat, snapping back from the brink. Hannah let out an extra breath he hadn’t realized she’d been holding on to. She seemed to consider something, and for a precious moment he thought she might let the matter drop, but then her brow furrowed. “Okay. But then why the, you know...,” She shook the thing. ...It so happened she had it in front of her crotch. Flash He saw himself pulling it snug between those powerful legs of hers. He felt himself sinch those tapes tight against that firm, toned core.... He scrambled to bury the vision before his pants tightened enough to show, but even through the panic it wouldn’t leave him: His Big, Bad Wolf, wrapped up safe. Just in case the thrill of the hunt got the better of that big, predator bladder. He could feel himself straining at the zipper, face flush and world all-but-spinning. If there was a way out, he had to find it in the next few seconds. But then the confusion drained from her face. It was too late. “Oh!” She barked, “Oh, I get it.” She had him cornered. Whatever color he had left drained in a hurry. His heart turned inside out. He wanted to vomit. Panicking, he hunted for a final, desperate lie, but Buck was a terrible liar, and he knew it. Hannah said she loved that about him. He wondered if she loved it now. No matter what he said, no matter how surely he said it, there was no doubt she’d smell it on him. Flash He felt her paw tug at the back of his waistband. “That’s not all I smell.” “It’s a fetish, Han.” Buck barely choked the word out. Hannah swatted him across the junk. The touch alone was nearly enough. “Really? No shit?” He nodded, finding no words to meet her sarcasm. His heart throbbed with fear and arousal. He wished it would pick one. He wished she would pick one. He hid his face with a hoof, but she caught the other one in one of those big paws and gave it a squeeze. He realized he was trembling. “I know it’s fucked up. I know I should have told you. But I’m trying to get rid of it! Really, really trying. I haven’t touched one of those... things in months. I thought I threw everything out when you moved in, but I guess I--.” “Tell me about it.” “Huh?” She flopped onto the bed beside him and propped herself against the pillows. “The kink,” she yipped, “Tell me.” His eyes, despite his best efforts, avoided hers like magnet poles. “Look, I don’t know what you’ve read or seen or heard or..., whatever, about ...this. I know some of it’s really out there, but if you let me explain, I--” She squeezed at his hoof again. “You know that’s not what I mean.” He swallowed. “Well, it’s like, uh....” His pulse coursed like worms under his fur. The hoof resting on his snout drew away to rasp at his neck. Still he couldn’t look at her. When he finally managed, she looked sad. “Honey, deep breaths. I’m really sorry I sprung this on you. I didn’t realize it bothered you this much. But please, what on Earth made you think you couldn’t tell me, of all people, about a kink? You know me, Buck. And you know I’m not just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.” He snorted. “Still?” Buck tried to chuckle, but it didn’t feel like a joke to him. His ears folded back against his head. “Oh, please! Give me a fucking break, dude...,” Hannah yanked him back from where he sat. He went over in her arms like a slinky, an antler gouging the drywall on the way over. “...since when were you so dramatic?” Finally, in the desolate post-apocalypse of Buck’s brain, something clicked. “Since I feel in love?” She swatted at him with her tail. “Cute answer. B+.” Forcing himself to look at her, he finally drew a halting breath that faded into nervous laughter. She squeezed the hoof again. “There you go,” she cooed, “I’m off the clock, so no cardiac arrests.” He managed a weak smile. “Haven’t answered my question.” “Do you really need me to say it?” “Would it kill you?” Hannah moaned in half-sarcasm and flipped to her side. Finally muzzle-to-muzzle, she buried her maw into his. When she pulled away, she tugged him close and set it instead on his shoulder. “Of course I love my big, brave, boyfriend Buck Bannon. He’s honest, and perfect, and hot. Even...,” She traced a paw down his waist and found the band of his underwear. He felt it slip inside, and realized suddenly he was very, very sticky down there. Holy shit, he hadn’t even realized that he-- “...even if he dirties his pants sometimes.” Dirties his pants sometimes. Buck had never heard that phrase before. He’d never thought of it, or thought to fantasize about it, but in that moment it just about made his head explode. He winced as she toyed with him with that paw. He scrambled to stem the shiver shooting up his spine, but it was hopeless. He clenched, and suddenly the two of them were a whole lot stickier. “Oh my. No wonder you wear diapers.” And that did it. His body cracked like a whip. It all gushed out of him, smearing all over his boxers and her paw. Gobs of it soaked into the fabric and matted his fur. Little streaks ran down the inside of his thighs to pool in a sticky puddle under his rear. She smirked. “Oops. Guess you couldn’t hold it.” His body seized a final time, but he hadn’t any more to give. “Fuck, Hannah,” he gasped, “You researched, didn’t you? How long have you known?” She shrugged. “I didn’t. I had a hunch there was something you weren’t telling me about yourself, what with how eager you’ve been to entertain me, but that’s all.” “But those things you were saying. How did you know?” “I love you Buck. And I know you better than you realize.” “Oh come on. Who are you? Freud?” She shrugged deeper. “Maybe I’m just lucky. Or maybe I know you better than I realize, too.” The two of them went limp together and stared at the ceiling fan. Buck finally caught his breath and realized he’d been ignoring the beginnings of a headache, but it faded with the slowing of his pulse. When he spoke again, it was plainly. “Hannah, I really appreciate you being so cool about this. I’m really sorry I wasn’t upfront about it. I was scared to death. It’s the first time I’ve ever told anyone.” Buck wasn’t looking, but he could hear Hannah smile. “I can tell, dude. Everything’s going to be okay. I promise.” “I know. But look: Point is, I don’t need you to put on a show for me.” She flinched. “Hell’s that supposed to mean?” “This fetish is a lot to swallow. It’s a lot for me to swallow, and I have the fucking thing. It took me years to come to terms with. Guess maybe I never did. If this is a bit too out there for you, I understand. I’ll throw that thing away, and we never have to talk about it or do anything like it again.” “Buck, I literally fantasize about hunting you, running you down, and eating you when we have sex.” “I’m not sure you understand, Han. When you ‘get’ me, you nibble on my neck and suck my dick and it’s all really hot and my throat doesn’t actually get crushed in your jaws. Hannah, when I fantasize about not making it to the bathroom, I shit my pants.” “Sounds like something a stricken deer facing down a Big Bad Wolf might do.” Flash He felt her pin him to a wall by the throat, eyes wild and white teeth gnashing. He felt hot rivulets blossom in his pantlegs. He heard them trickling into a puddle on to the floor. “Not so tough now, are you?” Even now the phrase felt like getting slapped with a sturgeon. Buck shook his head, mostly to himself. “You make it sound so easy, but I know you’re lying there trying to imagine how utterly ridiculous I’d look in one of those things. I know you’re trying to figure a new view of me that includes “wears diapers”, and I know it isn’t trivial to do. Like I said, it took me years. I still flipped out and threw everything away the first time I saw myself in a mirror.” “So what if I am?” He forced the frog in his throat back down. He hated the words whirling in his head. He turned them over and over for a respectable sentence, but there was none to be had. They were true. “I liked being the Buck you thought I was.” He could almost hear Hannah’s eyes roll. “Oh shut up. Go write a fucking chick flick if you’re going to talk like that.” “Ugh, I know.” “Tell you what,” she yipped, bouncing back to her feet, “you don’t like the idea of me lying there trying to imagine you in a diaper?” “Not super keen on it, no....” He looked up just in time to see her flip the diaper open like a magazine. For a moment the sheer size of it seemed to throw her for a loop, but she had her bearings again before he could blink. Freshly unfolded, she held it out again. Buck’s eyes went wide. He should have seen it coming, but his mind was long-since blank. His heart tried to race all over, but, worn out as it was, all it managed was a bit of a flutter. “Hannah! I, uh--,” She stalked forward, trading the disposable underwear into her left paw and hooking a claw of the right in the loop of his zipper. “What if I didn’t have to imagine it?” In all the excitement, things had wound up facing the wrong way down there. And as she eased the zipper, that paw stroked the whole of his length. He shuddered. “Hannah! Really, you don’t have to--.” She popped his fly. His now-soaked boxers felt suddenly clammy in the fresh air. “It sure looks like I have to,” she purred, raking a claw over the sodden cloth, “I’ve got an awfully leaky deer on my paws who definitely needs a change.” “Hannah!” he brayed, trying to sit up, “Are you really sure you want to--” She forced him back down with a paw to the chest. “I’m sure, honey. Now let your Big Bad Wolf fix you up.” Flash. But this was no fantasy. Buck’s body buzzed with electricity as she slid the sticky mess off his waist and down his legs. Laid bare, he shut his eyes. “That’s it. Let Nurse Hannah will take care you.” Buck huffed. “Thought you were off duty.” “I’ll make an exception. But still no cardiac arrests, okay?” “Promise.” She lifted his legs, and then there it was: The soft crinkle of plastic. The sudden cushion under his hips. The sinch of the the leak guard around the base of his tail. It was nothing like the way he did it: this awkward yoga with his back to the wall. She had him right where she wanted him, and she had everything under control. Each step came fast, firm, and confident. He could barely process it before she pulled the garment up between his legs and tugged it tight. Everything settled securely into its right place, the residue all over him leaching into the waiting padding. Two tapes, and then two more, each tighter than the last. Then he was safe. He opened his eyes, ears hot and pulsing with shame. Hannah towered over him, her paw planted firmly on his thick, pillowy crotch. Her eyes traced him like a cut of meat, following the curves of the leak guards and the bulge of the plastic shell. Her weight shifted between her pads, probing at the cushion that separated the two of them and provoking him all over again with soft, even pressure. And Buck felt somehow both the most and least vulnerable he ever had: No need to worry about getting caught. No need to worry about being seen. He'd been caught, and boy was she seeing. No need to worry if that paw got a little too adventurous. No problem if he got a little too excited. His diaper would keep him clean. No concern for the building pressure in his bladder. Nothing to prove. Nothing to hide. Nothing to fear. She stood back. “How's that, handsome?” “Hannah, that was..., hah. It was...,” “Thought you'd say that. Now spread those legs and let Nurse Hannah get a look at you.” Buck did as he was told and propped himself on an elbow, face flushing anew as he watched her study his thickly-padded self. At this point he wasn’t sure where the blood running to his face and ears was coming from, but it was surely missed: The world spun. His vision smeared. He tried to flop onto his back again--. When everything straightened out, Buck was on his side. A hole in his pillow leaked feathers from where an antler had dug, and his bicep ached like there was an elephant on it. When he glanced that way he found a blue blood pressure cuff, bulb seized in Nurse Hannah’s paw. “I miss something?” he breathed. “Sure did, dude. Lie still and breathe for me, okay?” He snorted. “You know Hannah, when people ‘play nurse’, usually--.” “I’m not playing, Buck.” His blood iced. She wasn’t playing. “I was dizzy....” “You were out for about a minute. Eat this Hershey bar.” It was cold from the fridge. He felt strangely grateful for it. “Shit, you didn’t call 911, did you? Because if you did, maybe I should, uh, change.” “I didn’t. You said you’d never told anyone. You were shaking like a fucking pomeranian. This kind of thing happens. I’m sorry I pushed you; I should have seen it coming.” “Hannah, it was amazing.” “I can tell. But still.” Finally she popped the valve on the cuff. The elephant-weight vanished. Hannah stood and ruffled the fur on his shoulder. “Okay, honey. Still a little low, but not so bad. How are you feeling?” “Fine, I guess.” “Still freaking out inside?” “Not right now.” “Good,” she smirked, “because I’ve got a secret I think you’re really going to like, but you have to promise me you’re not going to pass out again.” “Okay.” “Do you promise?” “I promise.” “...why don’t you lay down just in case.” She wasn’t asking. He obliged, rolling his eyes just a little. She sat on the bed beside him. “Are you ready?” “You know, Han, if you don’t want me to faint again, maybe don’t build it up so much.” She laughed. “Okay.” Her paw dropped to his stomach and started tracing its way down. “That’s not helping either, Hannah.” Hannah blinked and drew back. “Right. Put it to you this way: about one in four cases of syncope present with urinary incontinence.” "Syncope being...." "What just happened to you." Buck’s heart did a summersault. "Wait, you mean--" He shot a hoof toward his crotch. "You're a lucky winner." Sure enough, instead of cool, soft folds, he found hot, swollen squish. And not just a little, either. Not a leak, or even a spurt. He was wet. His jaw fell open. Not pretend. Not even planned. Buck had had an accident in his diaper. Another head rush broke over him. “Hah,” he panted, “good thing you had me lie down.” Hannah circled back and reached tentatively for his sodden crotch. “Looks like we’ll have to keep you in diap-- whoa that’s warm!” She kneaded at the thing a few times, experimenting with the flex and give. Each little movement shot a bolt of lightning up Buck’s spine, but she barely seemed to notice. “Kinda feels like one of those sparkly gel bag things they used to have at Discovery Stores. Remember those?” Buck nodded sagely, though he wasn’t sure he did remember. He wasn’t doing a whole lot of thinking right then. “...it’s pretty incredible,” she mused, working her way past his pelvis and down between his legs, “the ones at the hospital are more of a stop-gap, but this? Buck, you straight up wet yourself. This is like, your whole bladder, right? Everything came out?” He hadn’t had a moment to notice, but it was true: he didn’t have to go anymore. He must have managed some blood pressure again because his ears warmed right back up. An accident. Buck hadn’t had an accident in years. A bit of him warred with himself: kink or not, he, a big, adult deer who fancied himself capable and courageous, had gotten so nervous he'd fainted and peed his pants. In front of her. It was everything he ever wanted and everything he ever feared. His heart throbbed. He nodded weakly. “It didn’t even start to leak! Where the hell do you get these?” “Internet," he breathed, choking back a whimper. “...how much can they, you know...,” “About that much again..., is it hot in here?” He wasn’t kidding, but she snorted. “You tell me, handsome....” Hannah trailed off and raised an eyebrow. “Holy shit, the designs fade when wet? Man, somebody put a lot of effort into this. I mean, I’d heard of the kink, but I had no idea these things were so sophisticated. Or, you know, effective. Nice feature. That way I always know whether I’ve got a Dry Deer or a Soggy Cervidae....” She trailed off again, this time looking sheepish. “I should shut up before you pass out again, shouldn’t I?” Soggy Cervidae. How had he never thought of that? Shit, she was hitting him left and right; the last thing he wanted was for it to stop! Then again, the next time he might wake up in the ER. Wet. Or worse. Mortification won the day. "Maybe, yeah. That fainting thing? That's never happened before. Or the, you know...," He felt about an inch high. "...accident." “Accident, huh? Is that the word for it?” --she licked her lips-- “My strong, brave Buck was so scared to tell his big, bad wolf his tiny little secret that his bladder gave up and he had an accident in his special Alligator Pants?” The whole world swam. There had been a jolt down below while she was rubbing the words in, and now Buck was sticky again. He panted. “Hannah, really! I don’t feel so--” "Fine! Sorry. When I say shit like ‘Soggy Cervidae’ your muzzle scrunches up like one of those hair band things, and it's really funny." “It’s also mind-numbingly hot. But like you said....” “Yeah, you kind of look like you’ve been thrashed in a tumble-dryer. How about we snag some dinner, pop in a movie, and we’ll see how you feel after that?” "Deal,” he whimpered. Hannah stood back, but cocked her head. "Forgive my lack of intuition here, but are you going to want me to, uh, 'take care' of that?" She gestured to his sodden crotch. He shivered. "Hannah, I can't ask you to--" "That's not what I asked though, is it?" Try as he might to wrench them up, his ears stayed plastered back. He stared down at himself. At his accident. Hannah was tolerating him. Supporting, even. Was he about to fly too close to the sun? He only had the one diaper.... "Not yet?" She shot him an understanding smile. "Got it," she yipped, extending a paw to help him to his feet. When he didn't stumble, she leaned in close. Their eyes locked. "You're a Big Deer...," she lilted. Then Buck's eyes snapped wide as she slapped him on his padded rear. "...you tell Nurse Hannah when you need a change." Something for Everyone.pdf
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    She looks ready to kiss you as her beseeching expression melts into elation upon hearing your response! But rather than her head leaning-in after handing you your package, her hands immediately shoot to the buckle of her belt as she dances madly in place and issues a blizzard of "thank you"s. Down the hall. Second door on the right. Unable to properly run, she mixes a skip and a stumble into some kind of waddle while she makes her way toward the promise of sweet relief. She passes the hall tree before her belt finally relents. Next comes the button. In fact, she's already tugging her black jeans down while still out in the hallway. And you could even see a sliver of her pink panties and a fair bit of her bare ass as she crosses the threshold into the bathroom. "No! No! No!" she says to herself. She hasn't bothered to close the door; hot jets of urine are already leaving her body and crashing to the floor. After a few squeaks from her shoes, there is a roaring thunder --- a heavy stream of piss is tearing into the water in the toilet bowl. There is no decrease to the intensity of her deluge even after she finally notices you standing at the door...
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    Welcome, adventurers, to the Tinkling Tankard --- the cleanest Inn on this side of the kingdom! We offer warm beds for the night, crystalline spirits to raise your spirit, and the most dedicated barmaidens! So come on in, take a seat, and let one of our beautiful ladies fill your mug again and again 'til your head's spinning! You'll never run dry here, because they'll top you off on your very last sip --- that's the Innkeeper's guarantee! (And that'll hold true no matter how badly they've gotta pee!) X3
  13. Alright, so little background, I was on a bus with no internet or data and was in the mood to write but didn't have my notes for my other fics so I just decided to create a story with little editing or revisions. This story has been a small fantasy for almost 6 years but kinda filed it away until I remembered it recently. So I decided, screw it, and just wrote this. Very self-indulgent and not very realistic, but I thought some of ya'll would get a kick out of it, so here it is! If it gets some traction, I might move it up my backlog list and write a new entry sooner! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Casey stirred from an expected car nap, his head resting on the frame of the passenger's side window of his mother's sedan. With all the packing and excitement his parents were showing with Casey's move to college, he hardly got any sleep the previous night, along with the early departure for the long drive to his university. Luckily he wasn't driving, his mother was, and he's surprised he was able to fall asleep with her constant yapping about her stories at college and how she met dad… yadda yadda yadda. His nap wasn't rude or antisocial; his mom just liked to hear herself talk. Along with all the excitement, Casey spent the last night in anxiety. He wasn't the most self-assured person, especially in social situations, so he wondered how well he really would do in college. He could join a club or something but he'd be much more comfortable sticking to himself. There was another source of anxiety, however. When Casey applied, he was given a dorm much like the rest of his freshman colleagues, however, some administrator goofed up his application, and put him down as the wrong gender. He knew Casey was a fairly gender neutral name, to be fair, but this was ridiculous. He was spending thousands of dollars a semester in tuition and they couldn't get his sex right? The error was corrected a little too late; Casey was registered into a dorm building designated for females. The school was at max capacity in terms of student housing, so Casey could not be reaccomodated. As a show of good faith, the school allocated the singles room with his own private bathroom, the only other restroom being a public one split between the seven other ladies in the building. Yeah, the building was old, but it wasn't very thoughtfully planned out. Casey felt he should have been excited to have his own single with his own bathroom, knowing the college horror stories of terrible roommates and disgusting shared bathrooms. But among Casey's insecurities was one about women. He never felt comfortable around them, thinking they were constantly judging him, and naturally never had a girlfriend or even had his first kiss. Now he was surrounded by seven of them. Sheesh. The rest of the six hour trip from home was followed by another nap, before arriving at his college. It was a rather prestigious, large university with a large campus surrounded by a college town, and Casey was whisked away to an obscure corner of the campus where his dorm was, which luckily was close to a bus stop to get around campus. Casey started unpacking but was quickly met by one of his dorm-mates, a skinny girl with blonde hair and some glasses in a cute square frame. She wore a tank too and some short-shorts, which was relevant for the weather which was still warm from the summer. She excitedly introduced herself to Casey. "Hi!" Casey was caught off guard by a girl randomly approaching him, he can't recall that ever happening. "Uh, hi." Casey answered. Jeez, he could at least try to be a bit more sociable, he was going to be living with this girl, among others, for the next 9 months. The girl picked up on his awkwardness. "You don't have to be so reserved around us." She responded with a trustworthy smile. "I know it's not very traditional to have a building with a guy amongst a bunch of girls, but the lot of us weren't panning on using it as a source of tension. Despite the gender difference, we can still hang out and be friends as roommates!" Casey eased up on his defensiveness, the girl feeling very genuine in her response. "Heh, thanks. That makes me feel better, I didn't want to be treated as a creep or anything from something I couldn't control." "Oh, of course! We don't mind at all, as long as you respect our privacy and all that, but I don't think that'll be a problem since you got the best space in the house, your own bathroom and all…" she said with a bit of envy in her tone. "Oh, is there a problem with that?" Casey queried, picking up on her tone. The girl sighed. "Yeah, the seven of us sharing one toilet and shower has been quite the drag. So you're lucky you don't have to share it with us." Casey felt relieved he wouldn't have to take part in that. "Oh wow, is it really that bad?" "Yeah it is!" She started to blush. "This might be TMI, but I've almost been reduced to having to go in a bottle or a trash bin because it's occupied. That's how bad it is!" Oh damn. Now Casey felt really lucky he wouldn't have to take part in that fiasco. But he also felt kind of bad. He was only one guy using a whole bathroom, he felt like a bit of a hog. "I mean, I obviously won't be using it that much, if you ask I'll let you use it, i-if that's makes it any better." Casey blurted out, before almost immediately regretting that statement. Don't be a creep, inviting girls into your room to use your bathroom where you could listen, what are you doing?!? "You know, I might have to take you up on that offer. It gets pretty bad sometimes! I promise I'll try to stay out of your way as much as I can!" Casey breathed a sigh of relief, luckily this girl is bubbly and outgoing enough to not be offended or creeped out, it seems. "Yeah, don't worry, there's no harm in asking. I didn't catch your name, the name's Casey, by the way." "Oh! Right! My name is Jenna, let me add me to our group text, too! The group has been talking a lot about you, Casey." Jeez, does his existence as the opposite gender warrant so much attention? After sharing information Jenna returned back inside and Casey went back to unpacking, pleasantly surprised about how well the conversation went. Casey set up his room and by the time he was finished, he was exhausted from lugging his stuff up a flight of stairs to his room. While unpacking he met two other girls, one an short asian girl with black hair and red dyed tips. She gave Casey a polite wave before heading out the door, appearing to be in a hurry. The other being Sandra, his roommate next door who introduced herself after hearing the noise from Casey moving in. She was a chubby dirty-blonde haired girl that seemed a bit more reserved. Casey did acknowledge, unintentionally, her large breasts. He tried not to be creepy, but her low-cut t-shirt made it hard not to notice. It was also difficult not to be aware of her pressing need to pee. Sandra's pressing of her thighs in her leggings and slight dips and bobs as she shuffled her feet back and forth made it clear she had an urgent need to piss. After exchanging introductions she quickly excused herself to the restroom, which was right across from Casey's room. Although unfortunately for her, it appeared to be occupied. She sighed and waited for the occupant to finish powdering their nose, whoever they were. As mentioned, Casey was beat after a long day, and couldn't even bring himself to prepare the ramen noodles he brought with him, and slipped into his stiff but adequate bed, calling it a night. The next morning he was awoken by a light knock. Knock knock… "Just a few more minutes…" Casey murmured, thinking it was his mom trying to wake him up. Knock knock knock… Casey buried his head in his pillow, trying to shut out the noise. BANG BANG BANG!! The banging startled Casey awake, suddenly remembering he wasn't in his home. He shot out of bed, thinking something was wrong. A fire in the building?? He opened the door, only then realizing he removed his shorts the previous night, going to bed in his t-shirt and some rather form fitting briefs. At the door was Jenna, in nothing but a pair of skimpy panties and a bra, doubled over and hopping from foot to foot. Casey didn't think he's seen anyone so desperate for a piss in his life. "Jenna?! Is everything ok? What's with the banging?!" Casey made an attempt to cover himself, Jenna's perky cleavage presenting itself straight to Casey as she hunched over. Casey covered his lower bits partly out of shame but also to stifle an erection that was inevitable given the situation. "H-hey Casey! S-sorry to wake you up… I know it's sudden, b-but I really need to call in that favor now!" Jenna gripped her crotch intensely, squirming fiercely, fidgeting her large behind up I. The air behind her, with puppy dog eyes begging for the use of Casey's commode. "O-of course! Go right ahead!" Casey said awkwardly. Jenna didn't need a second invitation. She dashed past Casey, still hands in crotch, and sped into the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door. A second followed before a tremendous stream could be heard, followed by an equally loud moan of relief. Casey was taken aghast, a half naked girl was pissing a waterfall practically next to him as he waited outside the door, tempted to take a peek out of sheer curiosity but he wouldn't dare. Even so, to call Jenna free-spirited was an understatement. After a few minutes the stream slowed to a trickle, then nothing, followed by a well needed sigh of relief, then a flush. Casey fiddled with the items in his desk, in an attempt to seem unaware or uninterested, like he wasn't listening. Jenna reappeared, looking much more relaxed. "Phew, thanks for that, Case. I guess that's what I get for downing a bunch of drinks before bed!" Casey tried to play it cool. Tried. "Oh, uh, you're welcome, it sounded like you really needed to go." "I guess you heard that huh? Yeah, it was bad, not sure if you could tell but my bladder was bulging like crazy! I don't recall ever needing to go that bad before. It felt really good too…" "W-well, if you ever need to go again, I don't mind." Whoa Casey! You're getting ahead of yourself, what are you doing?! "You know what, I think I will…~" Jenna said. Was that a bit of flirtation in her voice? "Thanks again Case, I'll see you around!" Jenna exited his room, as free as a bird. Casey was feeling hot in the face? What just happened? He felt barely awake enough to process what happened. He followed Jenna to close the door to his dorm, and looked out across the landing to see another girl waiting outside the bathroom, with dark skin and braided black hair and green eyes shining like emeralds, crossing her legs, looking right back at him, having witnessed the whole series of events. Casey turned beet red, and slammed the door out of shame and awkwardness. He slumped to the ground, trying to process what the hell just happened, his mind racing. He took a deep breath and decided to take a shower and clear his head. He glanced at the clock and saw it hadn't even been past 10am. Casey hadn't even been in his dorm for 24 hours and he'd already seen three desperate girls in his dorm, one of which was literally pissing a pressure hose just a few feet from where he stood. What has he gotten himself into? End of Part 1
  14. For as long as I could remember, I’ve been a really shy person. I’ve always struggled to speak up (something that I’ve been working on, but that’s irrelevant). In addition, I have a shy bladder. This has also improved somewhat, but especially in high school and before I’d just… lock up, and I couldn’t go even when I really needed to. Between that and being shy to even ask for the bathroom has put me in many desperate situations over the years. I have never had an accident due to this, but I thought I’d share some stories. Some of these stories have been copied and pasted from other threads I’ve talked in before. I’m just recalling random stories, some are better than others. If you want to hear more, tell me and I can write some. Within the last year, I was headed to the bathroom at work. I work as a cashier, meaning I pretty much have to be excused from my station to pee so whatever situation I walk into, I’ve got to pee or (annoyingly due to my shy bladder) hold it. I can’t come back in 5 minutes most of the time. … working at a store also means sharing a bathroom with customers. And since I am a woman, that often means a mother of very vocal children follow me right in. I personally don’t like kids and they their talking in the bathroom can lock me up (plus the store is loud and the bathroom is the only quiet I get on an 8 1/2 hour shift), so if I notice a mother heading towards the bathroom, I wait to ask to go after she leaves. (Or course, I also can’t watch and monitor every person that walks in, either.) Anyway, just as I walk in to the bathroom one day, a mother with a little girl comes walking in asking a bazillion questions. I internally sigh, this is going to be difficult I know. I know that I should at least try though, so I go in the stall and try to relax. I hear them take the stall directly next me and the mother starts vocally instructing/helping her kid to use the toilet. She’s telling how big a girl she is saying things like “let’s get your pants off. Oh, good job! Okay sweetie, here, let me help get you up.” It annoys me incredibly, and especially because the more someone makes their presence known, the more likely I’m going to lock up. And they’re both talking nonstop. I try and try to relax, but I get a feeling I’ll have to wait until they actually leave. But… I’m always very shy about taking too long in the bathroom too, especially at work. I’m afraid that they’ll ask if I’m just buying time in there to get out of work. Anyway, I finally manage to somehow relax and a small stream begins to trickle out of me. thank goodness. But that’s when the mother said, “ohhh… are you going pee, sweetie?” “…no…” “oh…” I have no idea why anyone would ask this in a public restroom, but I was absolutely mortified. My bladder immediately shut off after that, and I knew there was no recovering from this. I only sighed internally. I wouldn’t be peeing after all… and I had enough of these people, nor did I want to have to face them again. I promptly headed out of the restroom as fast as I could (after quickly throwing soap/water at my hands) with urine sloshing around my bladder. This isn’t as fun of a story likely, but I had another in counter with a customer in the bathroom. This one was a mother of what looked to be a 10 year old girl, arms full of clothes. They were trying on clothes. Upon seeing me, the mother immediately begins screaming — I mean, actually screaming— about how stupid it is the store doesn’t have fitting rooms. Now, I probably should have just turned a 180 right then, but either I go to the bathroom, or I don’t. I’m not the best at words or people (the job is rather ill fitting), and overall the moment I punch out or go to the bathroom, all my cashiering skills go right out the window. When I don’t know what to say, or if I’m getting yelled at by some crazy person like this, I usually just stay silent. Freeze up. Very much a freeze response. Anyway, this time not in cashier mode, I just walk straight into the stall. At first I thought that was the end of it, but a few moments later she starts bitching again about things that have nothing to do with me. Great. It takes a minute of me awkwardly just trying to go as this idiot keeps having out bursts, and just as I’d start, she’d tell again and scare me shut. Conveniently no one else was coming in, either, to give her a weird look for yelling at someone on the toilet. i did end up emptying my bladder fully that time, but it was an absolute pain for obvious reasons. I think by the time I was almost done she finally realized I would not be replying to her, and stopped. (At that point, I was so annoyed. I figured if she wanted to tell my manager I ignored her, I’d just explain “that was in the bathroom, while I was peeing.”) When I was younger, I’d have anxiety about relaxing my bladder. I’m not really so sure *why* this was, but I’d have often have to do a bunch of rituals before I could convince my mind it was okay— I can pee. Even in my own home, it’d take a few minutes to relax. These rituals varied quite a bit, but one was to look behind the bathroom curtain. I just needed to be sure that no one was there. While most of these rituals had no real reasoning behind them as to why they worked, this one in particular had a reason. One time, me, my brother and cousins were playing hide and seek. I was seeking for awhile, but I couldn’t seem to find them anywhere. Part of me wondered if they had gotten bored and ditched me without my notice (wouldn’t be the first time). And…, I had go to the bathroom. Even if they didn’t ditch me, I probably should have asked to go in between rounds—I had lots of lemonade earlier and had laughed a lot which always makes me need to go more. I kind of hesitated before deciding to go. Thankfully, I actually went pretty easily. But I quickly became aware that they were directly behind the curtain, whispering to each other. I guess when I put it that way, I wonder if my bladder shyness actually originated from this. In any case, I quickly stopped myself and pulled my pants back up. I legitimately didn’t know what to do at that point, I mean it’s not like I even got to empty my bladder fully. So I pretended they weren’t there, flushed the toilet, washed my hands and just… walked out, pretending I didn’t know they were there. When I first started my job, honestly I was incredibly shy. I nearly thought it was illegal to ask for a bathroom break, so I’d only go in between switching places with someone or during my break. When I first started, breaks were often an hour — even two— hours behind schedule. I remember one time it was nearing four hours since I had a break, and I was bursting. Fidgeting, squirming, crossing my legs a bit less than casually, but trying my best to keep it all subtle. The manager comes over and asks if I needed anything because I had been at it for so long, and it’d be awhile before my break yet. She specifically asked if I needed water or a toilet, and for some reason I said no. So I had to hold until my break. No leaks, but I was getting close to that point. Getting desperate at work happens about every few weeks, but this was one of the times I was most desperate. I’ve had a handful of surgeries over the years, and I’ve found that even if you ask for a toilet the moment you are somewhat aware, it’ll be at least an hour until you are allowed to go. You’re not allowed to drink X hours before your surgery, but they give you IVs through the operation, which while the time varies wildly, seems to take about 6 hours + however long it takes to wake up. So you figure, it’s like waking up in the morning if you’ve had liquids throughout the night and having to hold it for an unknown amount of time. The nurse will come about once every 15 minutes. Pretty much, they have a checklist you have to complete before you can get out of bed. (Do you know what happened? Who you are? Can you handle water? Food? Standing? Okay, THEN you can go.) One time, when I had surgery on my leg, I needed the staff to get a wheelchair so I could go. It took several times asking, and clarifying that I needed a wheelchair and couldn’t walk to finally be able to go. The nurse lingered in the bathroom with me, which… while that surprised me, I supposed it made sense. The surgery was rather extensive and they wanted to make sure I was okay, but my bladder is incredibly shy. Even though I needed to go so badly, I just couldn’t until I got her to stand just outside the door instead. I want to say that the surgery started around 7 am, and it was 6-7 pm before I was able to pee. anyway, it’s fun to look back at these things now but it wasn’t fun at the time. One time on a school trip, we were all packing up and getting ready to go home. I hadn’t peed in a few hours, and the trip was about 4-5 hours without stopping. The plan was, we were going to do an activity for an hour (in which it’d be nearly impossible to excuse yourself to the bathroom during) and then all rush out to get to the bus and go home. It goes without saying therefore that I should probably go to the bathroom on the way to the activity, as that’d be my last chance to go for a long time. Me and another girl headed that way together when we passed a bathroom. I told her I’d use it, and so she waited outside. It was a group of stalls, and I think someone else was there. I sit down, relax and… nothing. I try to take a few deep breaths… nothing. I start to become aware that time is passing, and someone is waiting for me. That only locks me up more and I just… can’t. Maybe the other person was also causing me to freeze up, I can’t quite remember that part, but I know one thing that’ll lock me up more than anything else is time passing. Realizing I’m taking too long, especially when someone’s waiting on me. reluctantly, I get up and leave without going. I’m beginning to feel very anxious though, because… how long am I going to be forced to hold it again? And of course, now that I’ve got pee in my mind, it feels like I have to go already. i think I made up some stupid excuse about forgetting something and then going back to the bathroom. (Either she followed me back or like… she very clearly knew something weird was going on, but didn’t say anything.) It was incredibly embarrassing. I sit down… locked up. But… I think to how much I’m going to have to hold it otherwise, and I stay for several more minutes before I can finally manage to let myself pee. 3. This isn’t any one particular story, but I always pee just before I leave for work. Usually it’s about 3 hours later before I get an easy chance to pee. (Did I mention I’m also shy? And that I tend to avoid asking my coworkers to take over for a few minutes so I can pee leading to a not-so-nice full bladder?) Sometimes, though, my body just… freezes. I need to be out the door in 5 minutes. Four. Three. Come on, I still need to get my shoes and coat on… two. One… still nothing. And now I’m rushing out the door, a few minutes late, with a bladder that will now have to hold for 3 more hours.
  15. Ahoy! It's been a very long time since I've sat down and written anything of length like this, but I thought it might be fun to try writing out one of the ideas I had for future Shizuku comic chapters. It will still likely be some time before our artist for the comics are free to work on them again, so I thought I may as well get some of the ideas I had properly fleshed out in the meantime! This story features the very same Shizuku and Rika found in our first comic here, Even though it's been quite a while since I've written anything and I am still very rusty I hope others are able to enjoy reading it! “Gotta pee, gotta pee..” In the still of night, a blue-haired dog girl by the name of Shizuku murmured this to herself as she shuffled through the dark hallway corridor. Her pajamas, pink and adorned with various playful bone and paw print patterns, clung tight to her figure in the dim glow cast by the hallways nearby nightlight. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee..!” she muttered under her breath again, her chants accompanied by a palm clasped firmly against the crotch of her pajamas. As she approached the bathroom door, the urge only intensified for the desperate dog girl. The sight of relief being so close teased her. Her body protested impatiently as it demanded relief, and it was going to get it soon, one way or another. Emphasizing this point, a pang of desperation hit the girl right as she approached the door. Shizuku quickly cast a glance down, verifying her pajamas were still dry and spot free. Her grip tightened still, pressing against the cotton fabric of her pajamas, her fingers digging in deeper as she once again defied her body’s demands. Just a little longer, she thought. Reaching out for the door, her free hand grasped the handle with urgency. But as she turned, the door inched forward unexpectedly, the bright glow of the bathroom light soon after shining through as the door creaked open on its own. Her roommate, Rika, must have forgotten to turn the light off, she thought. No big deal. Pushing forward without a moment’s hesitation, Shizuku barged into the bathroom, instinctively bolting towards the porcelain throne in the restroom's corner as soon as she did. However, much to her dismay, a very flustered red-haired girl had already occupied that throne. Her roommate, Rika, to be more precise. Looking over at the entryway, Rika’s cheeks grew almost as red as her twin-tails, so startled by the sudden intrusion that she couldn’t utter a word. Instead, she remained there, hovering over the toilet, her butt just inches from the seat. She was clearly still in the process of pulling her pajama bottoms down for a potty break herself before being so rudely interrupted. “S-Shizu, don’t you know how to knock?!” she finally stammered out. “Don’t you know how to close a door?! A-anyways, move! I really gotta pee!” the dog girl rebutted, moving in closer. Taken aback by her friends’ continued intrusion, Rika fell backwards, her butt finally planting onto the cool porcelain seat as a very desperate dog girl waddled her way in. “Wait your turn, I have to pee too! And do it outside, I don’t need an audience, jeez!” But Shizuku refused to budge. Her feet danced up and down on the cool tile floor as both her palms clasped against her crotch, her fingers digging deep in a desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable for just a little while longer. “I can’t! I’m really about to pee myself here! I’ll be quick, so just get up and let me go first, please!” she whined, glancing down at her friend with pleading, puppy dog eyes. “C-Come on, you’re not the only one who needs to pee, you know! I won’t be long, so just wait there a minute, okay?” Rika responded, seemingly not grasping the severity of Shizuku’s plight. Though, as the small wet spot on the twin-tailed girls’ underwear showed, Shizuku was doubtlessly not the only one waking up to an emergency. Her refusal was not just out of impatience, but worrying that she herself could not last a second longer. Not to mention, the cold presence around her butt had already dialed her desperation into overdrive. If she got up now, she would surely soak herself soon after. This wasn’t the first time the two had seen each other peeing anyway, and she didn’t have the heart to demand she go back outside and wait, given her current state. So, resigning herself, Rika leaned back and finally let her body relax. Almost immediately, a loud, gushing torrent sprayed forth from Rika into the toilet bowl below, splattering against the porcelain within with an incredible intensity. Her face melted into one of pure bliss, all the pent up pressure quickly fading away, a sigh of profound relief echoing out into the bathroom as the contents of her bladder filled the toilet bowl below. The sound of water splashing was a melody to her ears, grateful to make it with only a small leak this time. She had experienced too many close calls lately, some of which ending much wetter than others, and the thought of not quite making it and facing another late-night laundry run to avoid an embarrassing confrontation with her roommate the morning after was something she dreaded. So enveloped in relief was she that Rika had, momentarily, completely forgotten about her desperate companion in front of her. Shizuku’s face contorted with a look of intense desperation as she looked down, her feet rapidly tapping the tile below as her palms clenched in as tight as they could, strained with the burden of holding back the massive floodgate that was beginning to show its cracks. It was all too much. Much too much. The sight was pure torture for the poor pup’s overly strained bladder. As her friend’s stream continued pouring into the toilet bowl below, splattering and echoing against the bathroom walls. Shizuku’s bladder had finally had enough. It refused to be left out. Shhpurrt! Suddenly, Shizuku’s feet were no longer tapping against the floor. Her body went stiff. Her cheeks flushed red as she felt the first sign of an imminent catastrophe. The initial spurt was so loud, so intense, that Rika could almost hear it through her own deafening stream. Shizuku felt it immediately, instantly soaking through her underwear, seeping through the fabric of her pajamas, and trickling through her fingers as a few golden drops fell down to the floor below. Sensing her friend’s impending crisis, Rika hovered just above the toilet bowl, urgently trying to halt her own business so she could hop aside and allow Shizuku to take her turn She tried her best to stop peeing, but her attempts were futile. All she could manage was to hover there, feeling increasingly awkward as her stream continued to splash into the bowl. Shhpprrt.. ssshhh.. Another spurt from Shizuku, this time longer and more sporadic. As the trickles mingled with her previous release, the spurts created a growing wet spot on the front of her pajamas, spreading and becoming more and more pronounced by the second. The fabric darkened and clung to her as it eagerly soaked up the warm liquids. Shhhhhsss... Each involuntary release after sent a shiver down the overwhelmed dog girl’s spine. She knew it was futile; there was no stopping it at this point. Her body was screaming for relief. Her palms soaked and dripping with pee, while the wet spot on her pajamas kept spreading, creeping further down her thighs with each passing second. Overwhelmed, tired, and frustrated, Shizuku couldn’t take it anymore. Without considering the consequences, she did the one thing that would seal her fate. Her fingers, once desperately trying to plug a hole that was cracking around her, pulled back. Her palms gently relaxed, and without another moment’s hesitation, the dam broke. Pffffssshhhhhhhhhhh! The trickle she had just barely been holding back immediately erupted into a torrent. A violent hiss echoed throughout the bathroom as her bladder unleashed its pent up contents with a vengeance. A waterfall of urine instantly saturated the front of her pajamas, which were already visibly damp from her previous leaks. The fabric glistened under the intense bathroom lights, the poor cotton fabric unable to keep up with the relentless deluge forced upon it. Surrendering herself completely, Shizuku’s face similarly melted in relief, though her own relief was accommodated with much redder cheeks. It was only a matter of seconds before the wet spot had spread down her thighs, completely soaking the front of her cotton pajamas to her knees. Whatever the pajamas couldn’t soak up in time, Shizuku felt ebbing down her thighs, wicking around before splattering out from the openings at the back of her leg holes, pooling around her ankles thereafter. Rika, meanwhile, could only helplessly fall back onto the toilet. Her mouth was open wide, watching in disbelief as her companion surrendered to her urges. Her eyes remained transfixed on the spreading wet spot as her own stream finally tapered down to a trickle, leaving only the deafening sound of Shizuku’s helpless accident filling the air. As the wet spot trailed down Shizuku’s legs, soaking her pajamas completely, the cotton fabric clung tightly to her skin. The once white bone patterns adorning the pink fabric turned a vibrant, deeply saturated yellow as the waterfall continued to pour down her legs, matching the hue of the quickly spreading puddle at the dog girl’s feet. Snapping to her senses, Rika swiftly stood up, hastily yanking her pajamas back around her waist before stepping aside and ushering Shizuku forward. Still dizzy from relief, Shizuku simply plopped her butt upon the toilet bowl, pajamas still fully clad around her waist while peeing at full force. Within moments, the warm wetness that she felt pouring down her legs was quickly replaced by the feeling of her butt becoming absolutely drenched. No point in pulling them down now, she thought. She had already resigned herself to this fate, anyway. Leaning back, Shizuku let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth of her pee puddling up against her butt as it seeped through her pajamas, trickling down into the toilet bowl below. Meanwhile, the remnants of her earlier stream continued to trickle down her legs, forming another small puddle at the base of the toilet. After what felt like several minutes, Shizuku’s stream finally died down, the last of the trickles splattering into the bowl below as the soaked dog girl gave one last sigh, this one a sigh of pure exhaustion. She can’t remember the last time she had to pee this badly. She can’t remember the last time peeing felt this _good_. She should have felt utterly humiliated. Despite how much she managed to get into the toilet, the soaked state of her pajamas and the puddles marking where she had stood moments before left no room for denial. She had just helplessly wet her pants like a little pup. Again. And in front of her newfound friend and roommate, no less. But she didn’t feel humiliated. She felt.. excited? Looking up at Rika, all she could do was smile awkwardly as her tail wagged subconsciously, a tinge of thrill coursing through her as she waited to see Rika’s reaction. Rika, meanwhile, felt a similar tinge of excitement coursing through her. Though she hadn’t intended to make Shizuku wet herself, she couldn’t deny the sight of helplessness and vulnerability sparked something primal within her as well. As Shizuku’s tail wagged in anticipation, Rika couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection and longing for her. Without a word, she stepped forward, placing her palm on the dog girl’s head, and ruffling her hair gently as she let out a sigh. “And here I was thinking I avoided having to do a laundry run tonight..” she playfully murmured, giving Shizuku a warm smile before stepping back and offering the dog girl a hand. “Now.. if you’re done peeing, what do you say we get you cleaned up?”
  16. Seems like an amazing ongoing JAV series about women get stuck in an elevator and needing to pee. Unable to hold on they all end up peeing in some container. Most recent video has been released in 2024 so it is safe to assume the series is a success and is ongoing. Here are some links to samples: Stopped Elevator Peeing Panic Emergency Avoidance 4 [OJHI-402] https://en.xcream.net/item/275275 Elevator stopping, pee holding panic, emergency avoidance edition 8 [OJHI-518] https://en.xcream.net/item/302111?rank=1 Stopped Elevator Urinary Resistance Panic Emergency Avoidance Part 7 [OJHI-488] https://en.xcream.net/item/295898?rank=31 I am Unable to download this video because the purchasing is not available in my country. If anyone have this video in their collection or can download, please upload it on Omo Org. Thank You!
  17. this is a video I saw back when i was a baby omo enjoyer, when I didn't even know what omo was or that it was something I was into!! I figured some people would enjoy this little part of my personal history ❤️ here you go! Job Interview and Office Pee - Pornhub.com
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    This lady who's in a school tries to find a washroom but for some reason all the washrooms are sealed shut by tapes not being able to hold it in any longer she finds a way out . She finds a mens urinal as soon as she was going to relive herself some guy walks in and tells her to not smoke here she immediately holds her crotch tells him to get out but starts leaking profusely . Sauce - desperate carnal housewives (i edited the sex part out)
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    (CRASH FIXED) By the same developer as Ghost Castle Gunsweeper, Bounty Hunter 3 and School Girl Courage Test (all featuring peeing), this is a game about hunting down ghosts with guns, spells and a weak scientist trying to kick or punch the bad guys. It's a well animated game that has significantly more effort in its general gameplay and pee-related scenes than so many others with peeing/urination/wetting tags slapped on that I have tested out from various places. For sexual content and warnings, all women depicted are over 18 and believably so, there is optional scat (see gameplay), there are depictions of sexual assault if the protagonists are defeated or choose to surrender, there are also crafting mechanics heavily dependent on semen extraction from the male character and enemies. Zombies and ghosts I have seen thus far are not gory or especially horrific. The scientist is a 40 year old perverted man who makes frequent unwelcome advances on the women. To support the developer (T-ENTA-P), please see: https://www.dlsite.com/maniax/circle/profile/=/maker_id/RG01474.html Gameplay: Standard turn-based combat against ghosts and zombies. 2D CGs are animated in all scenes, including standing picture. The scientist collects semen and more normal ingredients to use scientific alchemy and make recovery items, enchanted bullets and other things. Because of a scientific drink used in the intro, all drinks are diuretics and all food are laxatives for the girls Pee or scat depends on food/drink intake and thus can be changed accordingly if for example poop is to be avoided. Characters and their wetting/toilet scenes are fully altered by current state of clothing. Clothing is limited initially, but states of undress are fully customisable and more clothing is unlocked later on. Wet clothes are visible after wetting scenes permanently until new clothing is obtained, even tracking individually wet or dry clothes! Recollection room allows replay of watched scenes. Although there is no bar or numerical representation shown to the player, the women taking food/drink gradually need to use the toilet even more until an eventual accident. Please note that desperation does not seem to increase during battle, possibly including item usage. Formation changes standing picture with 1st position determining shown character. Each character has different mannerisms and is animated differently in all scenes, including on the main map. Please note: Aki's 5-shot skill seems to cause a crash on older version.
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  20. It was a normal summer day and Helena was working her morning job as a waitress in a coffee shop before heading to her university. Since the weather was so hot Helena was dressed very lightly, with a sleveless white crop top and a pair of very tight, grey, knee-length leggings. She was also wearing a pair of black panties which were way too small for her ass and due to the tightness of the leggings panty lines were visible as well as her panties squeezing her ass cheeks subtly. Helena had a great body with her best features being her thick thighs, big and voluptuous ass and her thigh gap and as such all the men couldn't take their eyes off her. In fact the reason most people were attending the coffee shop was just to admire her ass. Helena was aware of the fact that people constantly stared at her ass and she was pretty annoyed but the weather was hot so she kinda had to wear really light clothing. However the thing bugging her most right now was her growing urge to go to the bathroom. Helena has been working since 8 am at the coffee shop and right now it was around 10. Up to that point she had drunk a whole lot of coffee to keep her awake and a lot of water due to the hotness of the weather. But due to her being busy with taking orders and serving the customers she didn't have a chance to take a much needed pee break. She still wasn't at the point were her urge was unbearable but she would occasionally cross her legs, bend forward while putting her hands on her lower abdomen and sigh under her breath due to the pressure she was feeling on her bladder. What made things worse was the fact that the sounds of coffee and water being poured into cups was agitating her bladder as it was subconsciously reminding her about her desperation. However her shift was coming to an end, due to her having to go to her university, and she thought to herself that she could finally use the restroom. Once her shift ended she immediately headed to the coffee shop's restrooms with a somewhat hurried pace while clenching her hand into a fist and placing it firmly on her lower abdomen. However the bathrooms were closed with an "out of order" sign stuck on the bathroom's door. Helena asked her boss about this while subtly fidgeting in place and the boss told her that the bathrooms' plumbing system was run down but the plumber he contacted still hadn't shown up. Upon hearing that Helena started panicking since the only other bathrooms she could use were the ones at her university, which were very dirty and most of the times locked and the bathroom at her house but the earliest time she could arrive at her house was 14:00. Helena should get on the bus to go to her university any minute but the thought of her not being able to use any restrooms until 14:00 was making her anxious about her losing control and peeing herself. As she had no other choice Helena headed to the bus stop with the hope that she would be able to find an available restroom at her university. The bus arrived shortly after packed with other students also heading to the university and she boarded it filled with worry on her mind and a lot of piss on her bladder. Since the bus was packed there were no available seats so Helena naturally spent the entire ride standing up with people constantly staring at her ass but this was the least of her worries as her urge to go was becoming bigger and bigger and her more and more desperate. They arrived at the university at 10:30 and Helena got out of the bus and started heading to the main building with her hands subtly placed on her bladder while half-running, half-walking as she was in a hurry to relieve herself. Helena started going up the stairs with each step making her situation worse while everyone stared at her ass jiggling up and down and her panties being visible through her leggings. Eventually she reached the bathrooms of the first floor which were right besides the auditorium her classes took place. However, like always the bathrooms were locked but she kept on trying to open it as if after a while they would magically open and she would finally be able to empty her bursting bladder, but that never happened. Frustrated at the locked bathrooms Helena decided that she would check on the bathrooms of the other floors during the break as she was late for her class. She entered the auditorium and sat next to her friend at the back. The moment she sat down she crossed her legs tightly, placed her hands on her lower abdomen and leaned forward while sighing and moaning in desperation due to the familiarity she felt while with her friend. Her friend, watching Helena squirm and fidget frantically in her seat, asked her what's up and Helena responded by saying that she had to pee really bad but she couldn't find a bathroom. Her friend, instead of showing sympathy she pulled out her half empty water bottle and started shaking it around making splashing noises in order to tease her. Helena did not appreciate the teasing as the sounds of water splashing were sending signals to her bladder that made it spasm uncontrollably making her incredibly uncomfortable. Not helping were her small panties and tight leggings squeezing her bladder making everything feel even worse. Helena could already feel her bladder bulging outward due to all the built-up pressure and she kept constantly squirming in her seat while sighing and moaning due to all those liquids sloshing inside her bladder making time pass agonizingly slow. When the classes were over Helena immediately stormed out of the auditorium and headed to the second floor bathrooms. It was now 13:30 and those 3 hours Helena spend on the auditorium were absolutely torturous as she was stuck constantly fidgeting in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, moaning and sighing in desperation as her kidneys kept pumping more and more piss in her swollen and bursting bladder. As she was frantically making her way to the second floor all eyes were on her. A young woman clearly being in dire need to empty the contents of her bladder was a sight rarely seen. However everyone was ignoring that aspect and only focused on her voluptuous ass cheeks being squeezed by her panties which were visible through her very tight, grey leggings. Once she reached the second floor she spotted the bathroom from far away and to her surprise it wasn't actually locked, however there was a big line of women waiting to use it. Despite that inconvenience Helena was so relieved that she found a bathroom that for a split second her sphincter relaxed and let out a miniscule drop of piss onto her panties. Helena immediately pressed her hands on her crotch to avoid any further leaking and started heading for the line. As she was approaching it she heard someone calling out to her. She turned around and it was a guy from the same class as her named Mike. Mike greeted Helena and told her that if she wanted they could grab lunch together at a small restaurant nearby. Helena didn't really get along with men due to them always staring at her ass but she had a small crush on Mike ever since she saw him. On the one hand she was incredibly desperate to empty her bladder as she was bursting for a long time, but on the other she had an opportunity to get closer to her crush. After considering her options she decided to agree with Mike's proposal to eat as she would be able to use the restaurant's restroom and she doubted the line would be as long as the one at the university. The only problem was Helena not betraying her desperation through her uncontrollable squirming, fidgeting and the desperation in her voice and face. Mike and Helena headed to the restaurant while Helena was trying with all her willpower to not bend forward from the immense desperation she was feeling and hold her crotch. When they arrived at the restaurant they immediately sat down at a small table and the waiter gave them the menu in order for them to choose what they can eat. Helena had her legs tightly crossed and was subtly squirming in her seat waiting for the perfect opportunity to excuse herself to go to ask about the bathroom. When the waiter arrived to take their order they both told him what they wanted. After the waiter left Mike started talking with Helena about various stuff. Mike was the one doing most of the talking as Helena was afraid that if she spoke the desperation in her voice would betray the fact that she was absolutely bursting. Shortly after the food arrived and they both started eating. Mike immediately started pouring himseld a glass of water which didn't help Helena with her situation at all and her squirming just got more noticable. However it had been quite some time since she last had drunk water and she was very thirsty so she started drinking water as well which while it satisfied her thirst made her bladder spasm even more uncontrollably in protest. It was now almost 14:00 and Helena was dangerously close to peeing herself as the liquids sloshing inside of her bladder were gradually weakening her sphincter muscles and Helena was panicking out of her mind. Her fidgeting was uncontrollable as she was even subtly lifting her ass of her chair as she just couldn't stay still from all the desperation and had both of her hands placed firmly on her crotch while her face had an expression that could be read as: "I'm trying to remain calm but I'm dying to relieve myself from the massive amount of piss in my bulging bladder" Finally Helena found an opportunity to go ask about the bathrooms but unfortunately for her the bathrooms were only for the employees. Once Helena heard that her heart sunk. She was at her absolute limit but there was no bathroom in sight she could use. As she started believing that she might pee herself she noticed that Mike had finished with his food and that they could both leave and she could go back to the university to use the bathroom from the second floor. Mike paid for the food, they exchanged contact info and both went their separate ways. Helena was heading straight for the university while holding her crotch, bending forward, half-walking and half-running with each and every step being more painful than the last for her bladder. Her desperation and agony were so great that she even had to lean on walls or lampposts to regain her composure from all the pressure on her bladder. She eventually reached the university but once again luck wasn't on her side as the doors were closed. Helena started cursing herself under her breath due to how unlucky she's been and immediately started looking for a remote place to relieve herself. The surrounding area however was full with people making it all the more difficult. She was looking for some kind of bush or dark alley to pee behind. Everyone was looking at the young woman who was about to explode with piss looking for some privacy to take of her bodily needs. After a couple of seconds she spotted an alley completely devoid of people and headed there. The moment the shadow created by the alley enveloped her she started frantically pulling down her leggings and panties. She then crouched down, threw her head back, closed her eyes and started slowly opening her mouth ready for a massive moan of relief to come out but right before she started relaxing her sphincter she heard a dog's bark heading towards her. Upon hearing that a long spurt of piss shot out of her sphincter due to her being startled and she began immediately pulling up her leggings and panties and headed out of the alley as she noticed behind her that in that alley there were several stray dogs. At that point Helena's only option was taking the bus and using her home's bathroom. It would take around 30 minutes to arrive to her house and Helena wasn't sure if she would be able to hold out for much longer. But after a small drop of piss leaked into her panties again she decided that she'd rather suffer but be able to use the bathroom rather than piss her pants and embarrass herself after all the pain she went through. Fortunately for her the bus arrived immediately and she boarded it. As always the bus was full so she was forced to wait while standing for her destination. The pain she was feeling was absolutely agonizing as her bladder was very swollen from all the liquids she consumed over the day and she couldn't hide her desperation. She had both of her hands right between her thighs pressing against her sphincter, she was moaning and sighing uncontrollably as she couldn't take the desperation anymore and she was fidgeting all over the place. On the bus some people were feeling pity towards her as she was clearly suffering, others were uncomfortable due to all the moaning and sighing while others just didn't care. Every bump in the road caused the piss inside her bladder to slosh violently causing her more pain while the water she drank at lunch started slowly settling into her bladder making everything ten times worse. The worst thing out of all was that every couple of minutes she felt a tiny bit of piss leak into her panties and it even created a dark spot on the crotch area of her leggings. Helena was nearly tearing up from all the desperation and she started thinking to herself what did she do to deserve this suffering as more rivulets of hot piss were leaking onto her black, sexy panties. After 30 minutes went by which to her felt like an eternity she arrived at the bus stop that was the nearest to her house and immediately started heading towards it. Her bladder bulge was incredibly noticeable at that point but all she cared about was reaching her house without wetting herself. Once she reached her apartment she went into the elevator and pressed the button to reach her floor. When she arrived she crouched down to get the key under her apartment's mat but at that moment her bladder spasmed so hard that she let out a massive moan from the sheer desperation and pain she felt. She started frantically unlocking the door with one of her hands holding her crotch while she fidgeted uncontrollably in place. Once she entered her apartment she closed the door behind her, pulled her leggings down just below her ass and sprinted towards the bathroom while more rivulets were soaking her panties. When she went to open the bathroom the door was locked as Helena's sister was using it who lived with her. Helena was banging on the door begging for her sister to let her in as her bladder was about to explode. Since the toilet was so close to the door her sister opened it with Helena storming in while heading to the bathtub. She pulled down her soaked panties and leggings, turned around and started peeing her ass off. From between her legs erupted a massive stream of hot piss which she has been holding for the entire day and her overtaxed sphincter couldn't contain anymore. Meanwhile she let out an orgasmic moan as the relief she felt from finally emptying her bursting bladder was washing over her. The pure bliss she was feeling was staggering as she could feel her bulging bladder deflate after being emptied from all its contents with every muscle in her body completely relaxing. The stream kept going strong for over a minute straight after eventually slowing down to just a trickle. She ended up peeing for almost 2 minutes as she let out a final moan with relief all over her face, she remained in awe of the fact that she didn't wet herself in public from the massive amount of hot piss torturing her bladder for hours
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