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  1. Disclaimer: this comment is to anchor my progress. More content to come here. Also... Warning: this is an ABDL story. Fetishes are bound to be visualized. If you don't like any of the fetishes shown here, please click off the story. The romance story "The Heartwarming Flood" is not known for its vanilla sex scenes, after all!
  2. Hello, I started creating 3D renders of Disney (and other) characters. But I'm not sure what situations I should put the characters in. Do you mind sharing some stories or scenarios with characters you like? Here is my Twitter account for some of my work:
  3. Last night i wanted to have an accident outdoors, and since peeing while walking had always been very difficult for me, this time i really wanted to force myself into that. I hoped for the inevitable accident to be as late as possible and therefore as unstoppable as possible. To start things off i got myself hydrated with the rapid desperation technique and when my bladder was pretty full i got dressed, packed some spare clothing, chugged another 500ml of water and headed towards city center. It's around 6km so it would take me some time to get there. Later i determined that i have to count the windows of a local sightseeing, like a mission to complete while holding. After an hour of nightly stroll, i reached my goal and counted the windows. I was a bit disappointed that my pants were still dry but i definitely slowly got the point when my bladder would hopefully surrender. So i got myself a new target to reach, and kept walking. Eventually i startet to leak a little and this state continued for about 30min. I got frustrated because I though my bladder would never give up and instead off having a true accident i would just keep leaking. Over time my pants had a wet spot in size like a watermelon. But now every wave of desperation got really hard to counter and my sphincter and pelvic floor muscles felt numb. It was a funny feeling because i couldn't quite tense those muscles anymore, only if i tried very hard. The next wave overcame my exhausted sphincter and despite still holding and walking, i peed my pants, it got warm beneath my legs and since due to the numbness it was a very strange but awesome feeling. I managed to stop the flow after several seconds and even if my bladder was still pretty full I felt a big relief.... for now at least. My pants where soaked to the ankles but not enough to trickle down on my boots. If i had worn normal jeans i would have been afraid of walking around like this, but corduroy doesn't show wetness like most fabric, so I kept walking towards home. It was when I was crossing a parking lot when my bladder cramped again and though i tried holding, pee flooded my pants again full stream, this time I didn't manage to regain control. Pee filled my boots and dripped onto the concrete, leaving a trail of wet patches. Since anybody was around i dared to turn around and quickly take a photo. While walking home i let go whenever i felt the slightest pressure, and i could feel the pee sloshing around in my waterproof boots on every step. I also took a photo of my wet pants. I'll definitely try this again
  4. Last summer when COVID looked like it was dying away, I started a part-time job again at a pool near me, being a swimming instructor (more like an adult supervisor haha). I was technically only the 'sidekick' but most of the time he was working with the little kids. These were lower-level "competitive" teams so my job mostly consisted of writing workouts, showing specific techniques and being a lifeguard so that these kids don't drown on themselves. It wasn't that bad. When I started the job, my shift covered a 1.5 hour session and a 30 minute break and then 2 one hour sessions afterwards. Bladder-wise this was a nice schedule. I got a half hour break in between the 2 classes. But after a couple of weeks, the class schedules changed. The same time slot that I was avaliable for was now hosting a 1.5 hour session, a 10 minute break, and then a 2 hour session another 10 minute break then a 40 minute session right after. So my shift ended up a half hour longer but I didnt really care at that point. The job paid well for a small pool and it was pretty easy. What I didn't think of was my bladder. This is how the first day on the new shift went: First was the same 1.5 hour session team I taught before. I was pretty happy to see a lot of familiar faces and a couple new ones. This one went without much issues. Where I figured wrong was that I could use the bathroom in the 10 minute break like I used to before. While I wasn't really desperate or anything, it was a level where I definitely did want to use the bathroom given the chances. But 10 minutes wasn't nearly enough time. There were no staff bathrooms or anything here, we used the same rooms as the kids which meant the changing/bathroom was packed after a session. It was a small pool but we still had around 30-42 kids on one "competition" session. The kiddy lesson area often had more kids too. The changing rooms were woefully inadequate. Maybe the boys changing room had a bit more space I don't know because our male instructors cleaned it up but the girls room had 8 private changing stalls, 1 private shower-room and 4 toilets. Between talking to parents and other girls using up the room, it wasn't long until the next session's kids began rolling into the changing room. So now I was on to the next session. This was a slightly lower level session than the previous which meant I had to be in the water for more. Pain. I shrugged off the creeping urges. This being their first day, I had to go review through all the strokes before setting them free around for practice. I sat down on a plastic chair at the end of the pool. 1 workout after, I stood up to go to the whiteboard on the side of the pool to write a new workout which is when it struck me that I had to pee. About half an hour of the class had passed and I was feeling it. I pressed my luck a bit since I didn't see any other options. This and that happened and I had to get in the water a couple more times which was awful - about another hour had passed. My resting position had become a bouncing cross leg and I started looking around for the other instructor. He's over at the kiddie pool section teaching kids. Crap. Nobody else is at this pool with lifeguard training and I can't leave these kids without a life guard swimming so if I wanted to go I would need to pull everyone out of the pool. Its one thing to do this at the start of class, its a whole other issue to do this in the middle of class, in front of parents watching through a glass window on the far side. As time ticked on I was trying to hold back waves of desperation. I started farting involuntarily while sitting (it was silent thank god). All the splashing was getting in to my ears and I was beginning to think about what would happen if I had to rescue someone - the answer was pee everywhere in the pool and the thought of it kept creeping up on me. In the worst stroke of luck I've pulled that entire year probably, a kid asked me to demonstrate something we we're trying to do just as soon as the kiddie pool session was being over, aka when the other instructor was free. I swear to god I was so irrationally mad at that kid after I realized that he was gone when I finished showing them. But anyways, while I was doing the demonstration, the other instructor had dismissed his class and then left through the boys changing room to greet the parents in the main hall. No chance of calling him over now and I'm dripping wet now. By the time class was over, you could see a bulge through my one piece. It was aching badly. I covered myself up in a towel to wipe myself off, as I opened the changing room door and was greeted by a stream of cold air. I quickly stepped aside the door and held myself under the cover of the towels. I was so close to leaking but I had barely managed it. I honestly surprised myself. Holding it for this long was an odd case for me. I awkwardly greeted the parents as fast as I could without looking rude or uh.. you know.. really really desperate. But the worst part was that the 10 minutes was gone in a snap again and awaiting me was another 40 minutes of hell. And compared to the last 2 sessions this one was hell because this was a kiddie pool class. If before I got to sit down and stay relatively still and only give instructions between workout sets or demonstrations, I would have to constantly be on the move managing kids, yell at them to please dear god not dip their feet in the deep pool, and be in the water at all times. Even if I didn't want to drink any water, I had to, otherwise my throat would be way too dry to do anything. My one piece was nothing special, being for work after all but that didn't mean it was tightly pressing on my bladder. The longest I've held my pee in a while and here I was doing this. I won't go into much detail because I was trying my best to stay as professional and helpful as possible but I think the fact that 3 different boys at some point asked if I needed a "potty break" says enough about me during the lesson. Legs bouncing constantly, unable to stand still for even a moment, I'm going to admit I may have leaked a little too... I was restlessly standing by the end of the pool when I suddenly started just peeing. I had to quickly sit on the drains at the ledge (I'm so sorry kids). When this class finished I had held it in for about 4.5 hours. Honestly, thats one of my longest I've ever held it - and it was in a pool oh my god. I've wet myself numerous times, at various points of my life, within 2 hours or less just to put this into perspective. I lost it in 2.5 hours just yesterday trying to hold it in! I grabbed 2 towels as I went to go meet the parents. One was covered around my body as normal, the other I tucked between my legs and shoved my left hand into it. I leaned against a wall so that the parents couldn't see the towel slowly getting warm and wet. The waves of desperation were hitting me every 20 seconds and leaking every time. I felt pee slowly starting to drip down my legs getting past the little protection the towel could offer. It was running past my hands straight down. I walked back into the changing room after finishing up with the parents as quick as I could after that. Another cold gust of air hit me but I didn't care, whats the difference of adding +1 to the urge when its already at infinity. I quickly walked over to the bathrooms but it was full and several children had lined up. Some parents were in the room looking after their kid (they were really young after all). I let out a smile but I'm sure it was obviously pained. I leaned next to the wall connecting the bathroom. I adjusted my hold and towel but it wasn't much better. Almost as if my bladder was now a uncloseable gate, no matter how hard I tried, pee just kept dribbling. It didn't flow fully, just kept dripping like there was a small hole. Desperation waves were not a thing, it just kept coming. Not wanting to wet myself infront of all my students and parents, I ran out of the changing room, probably leaving a pee trail. When I opened the door to the pool again, I ran into another girl. She stopped working after like a week so I have no idea who she was or exactly what she did, but having lost all other thoughts in my mind jokingly said to her "the bathrooms are all full and I really have to go now maybe I should jump in the pool" to which she semi seriously and semi jokingly replied with "if you want your hair stuck in the drain go for it". Great. I can't go into a emptying pool thats just a straight safety hazard. Last thing I need is to land the news with the headline of "lifeguard drowns herself trying to pee". So here I am, awkwardly standing because I can't sit anymore, doing a fully pee dance with my legs and hands grabbing my crotch with the towel as pee is leaking out. I had somehow managed to sit down on the plastic chair to reduce some strain at the cost of a pretty loud splash of pee and maybe enough pee and leaked out of me but I regained control. time felt like eternity ticking by but now I was met with a dilemma. I tried standing up but immediately lost control and panicking loudly let my butt hit the chairand stumbled to hold my crotch. This time the girl from before shouted "DONT TELL ME YOU'RE ACTUALLY PEEING", I was so embarrassed but I couldn't reply back. All my concentration was on not letting it all out in front of her. My face grew really warm as I realized that some people from the parent viewing area mightve seen me or heard the girl. I looked at the clock... 5 minutes had passed... I really wanted to just stand up and run towards the bathrooms but I was scared that I'd be greeted by the kids or their parents as I was peeing down my legs. But then it began happening regardless. Suddenly pee began rolling down my legs at a rate I could not control so I just stood up and ran to the bathroom either way, it was all coming out anyways. Luckily the changing room had cleared itself out. A couple girls were still in the stalls though. My pee trails were all covered up by the genuine water trails left by the kids but that didn't change the fact that 4.5 hours worth of pee was now coming out of me involuntarily. I kept trying to grab myself but pee leaked around it. I finally ran into the last stall, didn't close the door, open the toilet lid or anything and just let loose. Good news was that despite the mess I was making, it didn't go to the other stalls because the place was designed with numerous drains to capture the water from the pool. The bad news was that the toilet was now ruined and guess who was cleaning that up. Obviously me, I work there haha. So uh.. that became one really long post, but I haven't posted much for a while now and heres my intro story. Probably one of the longest I've ever held it- and it was in a pool- and in public I'm honestly still kinda proud I held it for this long looking back at it but the aftermath was really bad. Not the cleaning aftermath- my bladder aftermath. I swear to god I couldn't hold in anything for like the next 2 days and I blame this. I might write another story on these 2 days because I don't know whos desperate like 20 times in 2 days. By the way, I didn't wet myself (at least in the pool) after this day. I ran through my schedule with the other instructor so I could pass the class to him before his class started and after it finished so that I'd get to pee. Also complained later to get the sessions for the next season changed but due to omnicron picking it back up I found a less risky place to work anyways.
  5. Hi all! Long time lurker, but I’m always too shy to post. I have tons of stories to tell through my experience, but here’s a particularly exciting one. This Sunday I took a day trip with my friend to the beach, and it was very fun, though a little cut short because we woke up late. She brought her dog, and it was an all around good time. Because she brought her dog, it meant that one of us had to watch the dog while the other one swam if they wanted. Well, I love swimming, so I did just that. In the water, I was having fun trying to fight waves, especially in my cute ass skimpy pink swimsuit. After a while, I realized I didn’t know where they were, and didn’t have my glasses on, so it took me a while of trying to find them. Thankfully, I did find the spot that we set our stuff at. Thats when I start realizing that I kind of have to pee. Nothing dire, nothing desperate, just “hey, you should probably go pee soon.” I originally planned to do it in the water, but when I got up to get out, I completely forgot that I wanted to pee in the water. So, I made a decision. I walked back to our spot, not even bothering to check if anyone was looking (though, I’m sure they weren’t. It wasn’t very crowded and the people there were preoccupied with their families). And, I just kind of relaxed. I never did stop walking, but I pissed myself on that beach. A solid 15 seconds of just pissing and walking, and a light trail, though it could also be seen as water. And I never told anyone, just kept it my dirty little secret. As much as I would love to tell my bf, he doesn’t know that I like omo, and he himself said that he didn’t have this kink. Though, I think he would change up his tune a bit if I told him that i liked it, but that’s a story for another day. I have more stories like this if you guys are interested
  6. Warning: This story is pretty graphic. If you didn't read the tags, well, let me clarify: Theory of a Wet Boy contains plenty of sexual content, especially fetishes. I'm also pretty sure it's not for those less than 18 years of age. If you're offended by one or more parts of this, I suggest clicking off the story. Anyway, let's get on with it, because it's not gonna read itself! Characters: Tracy, George Act 1: Locked In Narrative: "One day, after school, a young girl named Tracy and her shy male friend George walked the halls aimlessly. They were locked inside with no one else in the building. She was quite horny and wanted to toy with George for as long as possible." Tracy: "Wow... this place is huge! Not gonna lie, I'm kinda glad we're all alone here. I mean, who better to walk with than you, George?" George: "Heh heh. Yeah, I guess it's relaxing for me after all I've gone through before we first met here." (He sticks his hand under his pants, trying feebly to hide the fact that he seriously needed to go to the bathroom.) T: (She notices George's actions.) "George, why are you touching yourself? Is this turning you on? Do you want me to rub your wee-wee and make you feel better?" (She turns and notes the camera on ceiling.) "Well, it's gonna hafta wait until we get somewhere more... ideal. " G: (He blushes at Tracy's brash speech.) "Uhhh, what are you saying, Tracy? I'm n-not aroused b-b-b-by any means! I just-" T: " *sigh* Look, I know you're touching yourself, George. You should seriously stop it unless we're to get in trouble for jizzing in our pants." N: "George was shocked. How did his best friend know of his mortifying plight? How could she say such things? Was she all right in the head? Why did she assume the security cams were on at this time of day, with no one to monitor them? And for the love of God, since when did she become so nosy?! She always respected his privacy!" G: "T-t-t-t-that's not what's happening at all! I just have to pee really bad!" T: "OMG... you don't know the difference between pee and cum?" Both: "What?!" G: "Tracy, w-w-what are you talking about?! What do you think I'm touching myself for?!" T: "*sigh* *to herself* Some things never change... *to George* Listen to me. When I first became sensually aroused, it was weird and scary for me, too. The thing is, you need to realize when it happens and resist the urge to grope the nearest member of the opposite sex. Sensual arousement can happen to anyone. *deep breath* I'll let you in on a little secret, George. I still get aroused from time to time, and I always know where to alleviate the feeling." G: "I already told you, I'm not aroused!" T: "Oh, is that so, George? Then I'll have to ask you a question. Please answer it calmly so I can affirm the feels you have at the moment." G: "*deep breathing* Okay. What's the question?" T: "...Are you trying to hide a bulge down there?" G: (He shakes his head.) T: "Is your penis hard and extending like a lightsaber?" G: (Again, he shakes his head.) "No... mmmmmmfffffmmmmm!" (He jumps up and down in desperation.) T: " Ohhhhh. I see now. You were telling the truth. Well, now that you say that, I kinda hafta pee, too... but not so bad I'd hop like a bunny to convey it." (She considers her options: "If I make him pee here, he'll just cry like a big baby over it. And the school's doors are locked up tight, so I can't access the school's plants and trees. Welp, I guess there's only one way to make him open his floodgates and not cry...") "I honestly don't know where the nearest bathroom is, but I'll try to navigate us there as fast as possible. So come on, George! Pretend that you're a rabbit and hop-follow me!" G: "O-o-o-o-o-okay, T-tracy. Lead the way! And hurry!" T: "Oh! I almost forgot about something!" G: "W-w-w-what might that b-b-b-be?" T: "It's a homemade treatment for men's desperation! This is guaranteed to work, no matter what! Just one thing, though: what do you want to feast your eyes on? Upstairs where a pervert's eyes dart to? Or downstairs where the holes are?" G: "Uh... I... don't really care..." T: " Okay. I'll take off my downstairs clothing... and yours, too. Is that okay?" G: "No... just take off y-y-your pants." T: (She takes off her socks and shoes and opens her backpack to put clothes in it. She begins unbuttoning her shorts and unzipping her fly.) "Heeeeeere goes! I hope you like whatcha see! " (And just like magic, her shorts fall down to reveal a naked vulva with sparse pubic hair.) G: (He now has an erection.) "SHEEEEEEEEESH, Tracy! That's hot!" T: (She laughs in an embarrassed yet playful manner upon seeing George's bulge. Her now-exposed vulva is seeping with love syrup.) "I knew you'd get hard seeing my peach fuzz! And now you should feel less desperate, right?!" G: "Mm hmm." T: "Great!" (She turns around, then puts her shorts, socks, and shoes into her backpack, bending over so George can see more of her butt.) G: "Whoa! You sure this is what you had in mind?" T: "Yup! Now come on, before you get flaccid and desperate again!" Act 2: Out of Order, Into Chaos N: "The two made a mad dash down the hall. After a few moments, they finally arrived at the bathrooms." G: "*to himself* Okay... calm down, George. This is it." T: "And here we are! The public restrooms! *sniffs the scent of pee* This smells ironically amazing!" G: "Tracy! This is not the time for gross observations! The men's room is dirtier than my room at home! So, can we please use the ladies' room and try not to stink up the place?" T: "Hmmmm... let me check the door to the ladies' room..." (She looks at the door. "Out of order, huh? I wonder how George would react to this... ") "George, I don't know how to say it, but the ladies' room is... well... put bluntly, it's out of order." G: "We can't use the girls' room?! What are they doing in there?!" T: " I dunno. There's no one else here, so maybe they saved it for tomorrow." G: "So?! Let me see!" (He charges into the door, only to bruise his shoulder and lose his erection.) "It's locked!" T: "(She notices that George's penis went limp.) Oh. No. *to herself* You've got to be... fingering me in the bum... Anyway... *to George* Let's just go to the men's room, okay? I don't mind the smell there. And I could see your wee-wee if you got your pants off!" G: "Uhhhhhhhhh.......uhhhhhh!" (He's doubled over right now.) T: "OH MY GOSH! Just try to hold it in a bit longer, okay?! The urinals are just through this door!" (She notices... a padlock, right then and there!) "*Gasp* This one's locked too! Hang on, George! I've got a lockpick!" *lock-picking noises* N: "After two minutes of trial and error, Tracy picked the lock. The door squeaked open. And George could finally relieve his pulsating bladder!" T: "George! Get up! We're almost there!" (She starts squirming as well.) "GRAB MY HAND, GEORGE!" (She pulls George up, not noticing the leak on his pants.) G: "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" (He leaks a bit more. He shuffles his feet, inch by inch, and leaks more, drop by drop. Eventually, his urine formed a trail marking his path.) "I... can't hold it in! Uhhhhhh! Uwaaaaa!" T: (She smiles and starts dancing the Macarena with her legs crossed in a humorous attempt to hold in her urine.) "Speak for yourself, pretty boy! I'm just starting to make my own little puddle of pee after thinking about the weather near my house! It's pouring freezing rain and hail! Uhhh! With high windchills and wind speeds up to 69 MPH, it must feel like 253.15 Kelvin! Agh! And there's thunderstorms raging across the city!" G: "I don't care about what's going on outside OR your scientific descriptions! ALL. I. WANT. IS. TO. PEEEEEE!" T: "Well calm down there, you worrywuss of a buddy! 'Cuz there's one thing that's not going to happen..." (She stops dancing the Macarena and uncrosses her legs.) "I'm not going to pee in the urinals..." G: "...You're not...?" T: (She gets her shorts and socks back from her backpack onto her butt and feet, then buttons up her shorts and zips her fly.) "Because I'm too lazy to do so." G: "...You're just gonna give up?! ... No. I won't stand for this. We're at the goal!" (He pulls down his pants, revealing his boxers briefs.) T: (She closes her eyes.) "That's not what I meant, George..." G: "I'm going to pee in the urinals, whether you like it or not!" (He pulls down his boxer briefs. Beneath them, his slightly-smaller-than-average penis shows on top of two freshly shaved testicles.) T: (She looks down, opens her eyes, and notices George's pants are off.) "Wait a minute... did you just strip down?!" (She moves in a bit closer to George's exposed penis.) " Awwwww! That's an immaculately cute wee-wee you got there, George! And look at that nutsack! It's so small, nearly devoid of semen!" (She removes her shirt, and two breasts emerge, each tattooed with a sun a la this.) "Well, time to break the seals on these two sinners! " (she pulls off George's pants and boxer briefs, gets them with her shirt, and puts the combined load of laundry on a pile between her legs.) " *sing-song voice* Heeeeeere it coooooooomes!" And then... ... T: (She turns George to face towards her and playfully pushes him down.) G: "UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! Ow..." *pssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh* The duo's bladders empty. George's stream is slow and lands on himself, and Tracy embraced the warmth of hers as she hyper-wets her shorts above the other clothes. Both: "Haaaaaaa... sweet relief is ours this day... " T: (She moves herself to position George's groin between her legs after satisfied with the state of their drenched clothes. Now the two are peeing on each other's crotch!) "Sorry for pushing you, George. Are you okay?" G: "I couldn't be feeling better right now... Thanks, Tracy... " T: "Hee hee hee hee hee! It is none other than my pleasure to help you out, George. You're such a cute lil' devil... especially when peeing!" Both: (They laugh heartily as their pee streams alternatively collide and hit the other's genitalia.) G: "Haaaaaaaaaaaa... haaaaaaa... haaaaaa... haaaa. " T: "Oh my! I'm getting incredibly turned on by this! ... Hey, since we're in the bathroom, where the cameras can't catch us in the act, why don't we just go ahead and have sex?! I mean, we're not done peeing and all, but..." (She pulls down her pants, exposing her vulva and freeing her pee stream while at the same time stopping George's stream from getting past said pants. Then, she gets one pant leg off and puts her pants to the side, which exposes both her and George's genitalia to the other's pee stream!) G: "Ohhh... " T: "What a wholesome way for a kitty like mine to greet a chicken like yours!" Gradual black out as they laugh heartily. N: "Then, they laughed... and they [redacted] all night... for this night was the start of their new lives, which they both lived... uh... happily ever after. ... Sorry for the clichéd ending. I just wanted to say all that in front of an audience." *cue laughter and applause.*
  7. So last night, I did a hold/wetting on a walk (it's in the live action forums if you're interested). But before I had my accident, I had passed by this puddle twice and on the second time I got a better look. I smelled the puddle and yeah, it's pee. (Hoping it was female pee but honestly, either way, definitely not my proudest moment. But ya know, when you're in the mood something primal takes over.) Regardless, it was 100% pee. Now the puddle was maybe between three and four feet around, but the curious thing is that there were no streak marks. As in, no trail left behind by a guy who stopped to pee, whose stream began to die down. No gush marks from a woman spraying on the pavement. Just a near-perfect round puddle. I almost certainly believe this was an accident, although I didn't happen to see any footprints or trails nearby, which leads me to believe they stepped into the grass after it happened. Sadly, I had walked in the other direction of this, and the pee seemed fresh enough that it had happened in the two hours I was on my own walk, meaning I could have witnessed this. Do you guys have any other ideas on how this could've went down? Also any public wetters out and about on a bike trail last night?
  8. From the album: Jailor Eckman's Hoard

    The Solitary tier wanted a serious throwback this time --- all the way back to Request 23! And man, it was definitely warranted; the last time we saw this girl, she was just turning to the urinals after deciding it was them or her skirt!
  9. My 5th writing, like my 4th (linked here), happens in no particular order in the context of my other stories, besides the first two. Here, Mali finds herself stranded in a city environment without access to a restroom anywhere with no way home for quite some time. How will she resolve?...Enjoy! _______ Mali [F] - 19 y/o, developing a love to be the subject of an omo scenario, but has only had such experiences in private thus far. Yuta [M] - 20 y/o, Mali's bf, wishes to see Mali be the subject of more omo scenarios. ------- Prologue (Recap): Mali's awakening began with her boyfriend, Yuta, playing a game of restraint with it resulting in Mali soiling herself right in front of her own toilet, to her surprise, she liked. Another time, Mali took a whole lonesome day to herself to see how long her bladder would last, and after nearly 7 challenging yet arousing hours, left a spotty, messy trail all the way from her carpeted room to the expanse of her bathroom floor in front of the toilet. Most recently, she was toyed with by Yuta on their drive home from a party, wetting herself and her car seat all the while. This time around Mali finds herself at the consequence of forgetfulness, business, and incompetence at her own expense out in public. With her bladder getting more and more full, she has to figure out how she'll improvise her way out of this situation, or she'll be subject to omo and humiliation. ------- It's a fair late summer day; sunny, about room temperature outdoors, and Mali is at work. She serves as a cashier to a busy summer food stand located on a peer neighboring the town she lives in. She wears an employee T-shirt and dirt-brown colored office pants that wrap around her legs tightly. On this particular day she had the closing shift with a partner of hers. Where she lived, the temperature rapidly dropped when the sun set, so the majority of people around this peer didn't even come around often around closing time, approximately 7:30 pm. The stand lost very little business that way and its employees never worked late hours, it was a win for everyone. Mali ran her shift, drinking occasionally but not stopping for bathroom breaks. Neither her need to use one nor her desire for omo action trumped the other, so she decided to stay neutral for the occasion. Unfortunately for her, the stars were already aligned for mishap. 2 days prior, her car refused to start up, and neither she nor Yuta knew why. They would have a mechanic come look at it, but that appointment wasn't until tomorrow. Her only choice was to go by bus to and from work, about a 20 minute drive start to end both ways. The stand was serving some final few customers right around 7:30 before Mali and her coworker would clean up and lock up shop. They did, and these two went their separate ways once they got off the peer. Mali secretly felt a little unrest in her bladder approaching the end of her shift, now more than a little approaching the bench at her bus stop. The sun was setting at this time, and the sky lit up a hazy orange, the sun reflecting off the water the peer inhabited. As she sat down, she felt a tingle near her stomach, her filling bladder becoming increasingly un-ignorable. It was at this point Mali felt conflicted. In her recent past she experienced the firsthand mistake of arriving home with a full bladder and no available toilet, something she enjoyed, but didn't exactly want. She preferred more controlled wettings, or simply the desperation aspect of bladder holding. She wasn't too keen of real accidents. Thinking of her current position, and of this preference, she told herself that it wasn't worth it today, that it'd be too risky to try and make it home at this rate. Her legs already were steadily bouncing trying to distract herself. She decided on trying to find a restroom. She ruled out trying to use the bathroom found behind the kitchen of the food stand out on the peer - it could only be accessed from the inside by employees, and her coworker had the key, not her. Her only other choice was to find a place around the bus stop to ask for one. At this time, the street sidewalks were still fairly occupied with people - neither crowded nor isolated. She got up, walking cautiously with her legs close together to prevent herself from wanting to let go, also keeping her bladder secret to herself. Each storefront or bar she came across though had disclaimer signs placed on their windows reading "NO PUBLIC RESTROOM" or "NO DRINK, NO BATHROOM", likely due to tourism and business owners doing their best to make as much cash as they can. Mali wanted to avoid spending on anything if possible, so she continued onward. She walked impatiently for nearly two blocks when she finally found one without one of these signs. She walked in, and kindly asked to use a bathroom. However, the lady at the counter said that she had to buy something first. Mali was perplexed, but soon realized that this store just didn't have such a sign explaining the lack of a public bathroom. She thought it was rather incompetent of the shopkeepers to not tell people this, but cut her losses and decided to purchase something. She picks out a small keychain near the counter and heads to checkout. As the lady at the register reads out her total, Mali reaches into her handbag and pulls out her wallet. Searching through it, however, she struggled to find her credit card. She double checked, triple checked but found no trace of it. She didn't carry cash with her either, meaning she had no way to purchase this cheap keychain. She apologized and hurryingly walked herself out of the store. She felt at this time that it was just better to take a calculated risk and get home in time to relieve herself. The pressure on her crotch became great, and it wouldn't be long before she would struggle to keep her urethra shut. She turned the corner back in the direction of her bus stop. She looked onward, horrified at the sight of her bus pulling in front of the stop, two whole blocks away. "Shit! Nonono wait!" she murmured. She tried to run but the jostling of her bladder didn't allow her to. She leaned forward to counteract her dicomfort, and managed a jog back in that direction. As she approached the first block she watched as the bus doors closed, letting on their last passengers. The bus picked up speed, and headed in the direction of Mali, on her side of the road. She waved her hands and even lightly jumped to get the driver's attention (which throttled her already weak bladder even further), but her efforts were futile as the driver plowed forward, leaving Mali in the dust, and in a bit of a panic. Holy shit Ineedtopeesobad. Crapcrapcrap what do I do... she thought. She walked the rest of the block back to the bus stop bench, just so she could have a place to rest. Her knees rubbed together as she walked, giving her stride a slight stagger from side to side. Most people walked by not noticing, but one or two questioned themselves why this girl walked so strangely. Mali goes to sit down, slowly lowering herself to prevent any sudden pressure increase. Instead she endured a gradual pressure increase, similar to the first time she sat down, but now with much greater severity. She leaned back on the bench to allow her bladder all the space it needed. Once she had herself steady, she focused on figuring out how to get home. "Yuta!" she muttered out loud. He was still at work, but would get out soon anyways. He was about another 20 minute drive away from where Mali worked, which served as her best option at this point as opposed to taking a near hour long walk home with a full bladder. Pulling out her phone, she dialed up his number. Y: Hello? M: Sighing Hi babe...I was wondering if you could come pick me up... Y: Why? What about the bus? M: Frantically I need to piss real badly so I went around looking for a bathroom but none were public and I couldn't buy anything and I missed the bus and... arghhh! Just get here quick! Y: Alright, relax, I'll be out of here in five. M: You better be! Hurry! She hangs up. At this time it's nearing towards 8:00, and the sun has fully set. The night sky progressively becomes more blue-shifted, and dark. Street lights begin turning on, making the area around the bus stop feel all more city-like. Mali squirms in the bench comprehending what she's gotten herself into. Oh my god there's no way I can make it she thought. There's actually no way I can do it. She twists her waist from side to side, unable to sit still. Her hands switch back and forth from gripping the bench and gripping her legs, in a useless attempt to calm herself. There weren't as many people wandering the sidewalks now, maybe one would pass her every 20 seconds, but each one of these passer-bys couldn't help but notice Mali's inability to be still. Some could even figure out that she was desperate. All of a sudden - *fffshhhh* Mali lets out several rapid, quiet gasps. She presses her hands into her crotch and feels as it grows in warmth and dampness. After a few moments a dark spot forms near the bottom of her crotch and just under her ass. Slowly, Mali moves her hands away and controls her breathing. She had to find someplace to go, someplace private, someplace that's not a bathroom or indoors. Mali makes an effort to stand up, and does. She feels warmth in her urethra but thankfully regains control and doesn't allow any more to spill out. Her new dark spot is visible both in her front and back, but is concealed due to the lighting from street lamps above. She hikes herself up and moves along the sidewalk, looking with longing eyes someplace to let loose. She placed her hand bag in front of her crotch to avoid being spotted, and prayed that no one could see her behind that well. At this point in her desperation, she practically waddled forward step by step. As her damp spot cooled, her tolerance decreased further. After what seemed like tens of minutes, Mali stumbles towards an alleyway between two buildings on the same block. The alley is nearly 6 feet wide, has few windows that lead into it, and contains no lights, only being illuminated by the street lights on both ends. There's large industrial air conditioners and trash cans strewn about the corridor, but no one to be found. *drip...drip* Ah!~ Guess this is it! Mali places herself in a corner between a wall and one of the air conditioners, and rests her back against the brick wall. She hastily sets her handbag off to the side, and undoes the belt buckle and buttons to her pants. She loosens up her pants from her hips, tugging them down push by push at a time, until her butt and crotch are in open air. She slides down the wall with her back, and gets into position. Her bladder becomes frail, and in an instant come out quick spurts of pee. Also in an instant, Mali hears footsteps coming from the opposite end of the alley. *psh. psshhhhh-* You gotta be fucking kidding me. A few small sprinkles coat the asphalt in front of her as the steps approach. She raises herself back up so she's standing on two feet, but bent over desperately pulling her pants back up. She's able to manage shoving her pants back up in front of her but isn't able to wrap them completely around her ass in the heat of the moment. The footsteps arrive in the form of a some big, heavy duty man going from place to place rather quickly. He only notices Mali once he crosses in front of the air conditioner unit, seeing her front side, unbuckled pants and hunched over. He doesn't know what to think of it, but pays no mind to it in the moment. All the while - *dribble dribble dribble frrrrrrmmmshhhh* Mali in all her efforts can't resist the urge any longer and pees quietly into her half-on pants, looking only at the ground as the man passes, solid streaks forming all throughout her pantlegs. The man is only a few feet past her when warm drops start trickling out the bottom of her pantlegs, forming a puddle. The puddle begins coloring the bottom of her pants a dark brown, Mali's walking shoes too soaking up drops from her leakage. Finally, the man begins to exit the alley, to which Mali shoves down her pants, nearly falls lowering herself down to the ground, spreading her legs and letting it all flow out. *FSHHHHHHHHH* Mali's stream roars behind the mans ears and all around the alley, piss rocketing from her crotch and onto the opposite wall. A second puddle forms underneath, making a violent splashing noise both off the wall and while pitter-pattering onto the ground. Mali's pants drip from excess liquid gold that flooded them not two seconds earlier. She stares off at the incredible mess she's making, being too powerless now to do anything about controlling it. She breathes heavily both out of tension and shock of what just happened as she finishes her release and watches as her stream diminishes to mere drops. Her puddle now stretched across the whole width of the alley, from the wall she splashed, through the bottom of her shoes, to right underneath her closely positioned, wet ass. Shamefully, she stands herself up, making small splashes as she steps in her lake. Having no other choice, she pulls her pants back up, tightly wrapping them around her ankles, legs, and butt, soaked and streaked with pee that came out as the man was passing by. From here she would have to wait until Yuta arrives, knowing full-well she couldn't bear to step out in public as the shameful display she had become. Upon Yuta arriving nearly 15 minutes after her accident, Mali sprinted over from the opening of the alley, opening the car door and throwing herself inside, leaving several pee drops to mark the sidewalk. Jokes and omo talk would encompass the conversation between the two on their ride home that night. ________ Thanks for reading, or at least scrolling down! Hope you enjoyed the read. Feedback is always appreciated, so if you'd like please lmk what you thought about it! Also, I'm always open to suggestions, different ideas, and situations to put Mali or Yuta through, so if you have any good ideas that you want fleshed out, lmk as well. : )
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